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VIOLET
I’m never flying Delta again,Violet groaned to herself. She lifted her aching butt out of the cramped airplane seat as her row was led off the aircraft.
And I don’t give a damn if they were voted the best airline in America,she swore to herself.The food was terrible.
Boy, was she crabby. The terrible flight… even if the quality of the flight had been an anomaly… had not mixed well with her nerves. But she wouldn’t stay that way for long.
By the time she had walked into the terminal and headed to collect her checked luggage, the irritation had passed. It was going to be a good weekend, Violet told herself, even though it was only Wednesday.
She found a luggage cart as she waited with other weary passengers for her four bags.Maybe you packed too much,she thought to herself.
But then, it was a special weekend.You’re going to meet your fated mate this weekend. The person chosen for you by fate. You needed options.
The tiger inside her growled at the thought of meeting her fated mate, and Violet smiled as she lugged her baggage onto the cart.
Maybe four bags were excessive, but Violet wanted her fated mate to fall to his knees at the very sight of her. She had packed a variety of outfitsand shoes … sexy, conservative, and comfortable … along with her best perfumes.
When Violet turned toward the waiting area, she spotted the sign with her name on it right away. “Violet Carney” stood out on the board in large, block letters. The driver who held out her name looked at every person that passed him expectantly.
“Craig?” Violet said when she finally walked up to him. He looked down at her with twinkling blue eyes.
Craig was an older, slightly rotund man with salt-and-pepper hair and a beard. In other words, he was a dead ringer for Santa Claus.
“Violet?” He might have been rather round, but he grabbed her luggage cart with efficiency and rolled it toward the arrivals parking lot.
“Yes, hi, thanks for being here on time.” She hurried to catch up with him.
“Of course.” Craig didn’t even huff as he expertly lifted and placed her bags in the trunk of his town car. He was finished within seconds, and after taking the cart back to its designated spot, he opened the back door for Violet.
She got in carefully, and after a moment, Craig pulled away from the lot and merged into the traffic moving out of the airport.
Violet sat quietly in the backseat, watching Delaware pass by through the tinted windows. Throughout the trip, her excited anxiety slowly quieted until she was peaceful.
She was finally going to meet her fated mate.
By the time she finished her undergraduate degree, Violet had suffered several bad dates and terribly faked orgasms. And the tiger inside her was getting equally testy.
She had seen what the legendary Gerri Wilder had done for her best friend… Abby had found her fated mate through the firecracker of a woman in a week. And Abby had never been happier.
Violet was tired of waiting for her mate to simply wander into her life. Wherever he was, he was clearly too busy to do that. So, she was going to him. And according to Gerri, that meant going all the way to Dover, Delaware, from Philadelphia, where Violet lived.
What could her mate possibly be doing in Delaware? Was there anything to do in Delaware aside from inhaling the ever-present fumes of motor oil that lingered in the air?
Violet had never been afraid of risking everything for herself and the people around her. She supposed she should be more careful with the risks she took… they hadn’t all worked out. But life was too short, and there was her innate fear of missing out on the possibility of a good opportunity.
This time, however, she hoped the risk was worth it.
“Are you a big racing fan?”
“What?” Violet replied distractedly.
Craig pointed out the window, and Violet turned to see a giant track stretching on for about a mile. It was oval-shaped and almost beautiful. The track was surrounded by maybe ten thousand seats.
At least they were taking driver safety seriously,she thought to herself.
“Not really,” she finally answered. But the thought of watching the racing cars speed around the track woke something in her.
