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When the time was right, he would tell them, but not yet. Not until he had gathered all the information.
A pretty red-haired stewardess came to his seat.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
He never drank on airplanes except bottled water.
“No thanks,” he said and went back to his phone, not bothering to glance up at all the passengers trying to find their seats and store their luggage.
All he wanted to do was get home. As much as he loved Charlottesville, he was ready to return to the ranch, lick his wounded pride, toss back a beer, and consider his next plan of action.
With a sigh, he stared out the small window and tuned out the safety video as they taxied down the runway. Once they took off, he leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and did his best to sleep, but his mind refused to shut off.
About an hour into the flight, he heard the flight attendants serving drinks. It was then he listened to her voice.
“Betty, do you have a small bottle of scotch? I don’t have any and there’s a passenger requesting some.”
With a jerk forward, he opened his eyes and stared at the woman he’d only slept with once. Once, that’s all. He’d left early the next morning while she was still sleeping, feeling like an ass. She’d been a rebound fuck. And the best sex he’d ever experienced. He felt so much emotion with her that he’d run as fast as his legs could carry him the next morning.
Someone who had soothed his injured pride when Taylor and he had a huge fight and called it quits for good. She was someone who made him smile that night. Someone who he feared could capture his soul and heart.
He’d met her in a bar in the Fort Worth Stockyards and she’d made him smile. They had fun laughing, dancing, and drinking, and then he’d followed her to her apartment. The next morning, he’d returned to Oakdale and regretted not getting her phone number.
It had been one night. They’d used a condom. Several condoms.
She whirled around and gasped when she saw him.
“Cristina,” he said.
A tense smile spread across her face. “Blake. Nice to see you.”
She turned her back to him as if to ignore him.
“We need to talk,” he said. She was not going to ignore him.
Turning back to him, she swallowed and shook her head. “Can’t right now. I’ve got passengers to serve.”
“As soon as we land,” he replied.
Gripping the small bottle of liquor tightly, she nodded, but her emerald eyes darkened and her mouth tensed. “After we land.”
How had he forgotten her? Actually he’d felt guilty and worried that he’d used her to cleanse his soul of Taylor. While the sex had been wonderful, he just wanted to escape and clear his mind from all women.
And yet, he’d also known this woman was special. Damn special, and that frightened him.
Could she be the mother of his child?
After everyone had been served in the cabin, she walked to the back of the plane. Swiveling around, he watched the two women in quiet conversation and he could tell Cristina was upset. Very upset.
The woman was trying to comfort her.
Was she keeping something a secret from him and hated seeing him on her flight? Was that what was wrong? Until she’d seen him, she’d been happy.
The stewardess walked up the aisle and when she got near his chair, she leaned down.
“If you hurt her, I will come looking for you. She’s been through enough,” she said.
With a jerk, he gazed at the woman. “What has she been through?”
