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This guy isn’t touch-worthy. In fact, he’s kind of a tool.
But behind me, somewhere in the far, far, distance, the old lady cups a hand to her mouth.
“Wooo!” she whisper-hisses. “I could feel that tension. I believe this is what Timber calls ‘a match.’”
* * *
I turn to the lady in the aisle seat, horrified.
“No, it’s not,” I hiss, more embarrassed than ever, as I scoop up the scattering of candy in my lap and start shoving it both into my mouth and into the bag to eat later.
Don’t judge me—although I’m one to talk right now. I will live and die by the five-second rule. Ten seconds if it’s a food item I particularly like.
I shoot a glance at Grumpypants to see if he overheard—100% likely unless he’s deaf as a post—but he’s busy tapping away on his phone, dark eyes intent on the screen. I can see that he’s texting someone named…
Legs?
Good gracious, life really isn’t fair. Because clearly, the most attractive man I’ve seen in years—perhaps ever—is a grumpy, rude so-and-so whostillmanages to have so much female company that he can’t be bothered to remember actual names, just body parts.
Is he one of those businessmen you see in movies with a hookup in every city?
Gross.
Involuntarily, I glance at my own short, squat limbs. Nobody would ever give me “Legs” as a sexy little nickname.
I idly wonder what Grumpy’s actual name is. My guess is that he’s a Brad, or a Chad. Ooh, or a Thad—Brad and Chad’s slightly douchier counterpart.
Yeah, this guy definitely looks like he could be a Thad.
His phone rings.
“Hello,” the guy who might be Thad answers, his voice deep and gravelly and positively dripping with surprising Southern charm. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments. “There’s nothing I can do, my plane’s still on the ground in Boston. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” His coal dark eyes flicker in my direction. “Yeah, me too.”
I feel a tiny bit of remorse that he’s missing his date with Legs… before I remind myself that the plane’s issue is in no way my fault.
Plus, couldn't he call Arms as a backup? Or Boobs? Surely they’re both saved in his contacts, too.
“Someonecan’t keep their eyes off someone.”
The elderly lady’s whisper makes me jerk in my seat. I didn’t even realize I was staring at Grumpypants/Maybe Thad. She also says this so loudly, it’s likely that the pilot heard, all the way at the other end of the plane.
Before I can stop her, she chugs on like a freight train. “I tell you, if I was fifty years younger… ooo-ee. But no harm in looking, right? I definitely did a bit of staring at Liam myself when I first sat down. You know, before you arrived late.”
Thanks for the reminder.
“Shh,” I plead through a gummy mouthful of sweets. Because despite absolutely, positively not caring what the rude man next to me thinks, Idocare if what he thinks is that I’m hitting on him. I shove the last of the candies back into the bag, distracted. “Who?”
“Liam.” She beams and points to Apparently Not Thad, who’s finished his hushed conversation with his girlfriend, Lower Extremities, and is now scowling at the ground.
Dammit. Liam is a surprisingly nice name, a strong name.
“And while we’re doing introductions, I’m Rosemary,” the lady says with a smile. “My sister, Mildred, is up in first class now that Liam swapped seats with her. What’s your name, dearie?”
“Nice to meet you, Rosemary. I’m Annie,” I say politely before registering her whole sentence. I wrinkle my brow. “Swapped seats?”
“Yes.” Her eyes twinkle. “You’re supposed to be sitting between Mildred and me. But young Liam noticed Mildred struggling and gave my dear sister his seat while taking hers back here by the bathroom.”
I blink as my brain struggles to process. This guy did something nice for an old lady? Seems unlikely.
