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“Just be kind to her. She’s really struggling,” she said and hurried away.
Those were strange words to say to a man who didn’t know what the hell was going on. Had they created a child that night? He counted the months on his hands. It had been a little over a year. The child would be roughly six months old now.
If she were pregnant, why hadn’t she contacted him? She knew who he was. Fury at the very thought of her keeping this a secret filled him but he needed to play nice until he learned the truth.
When the first-class stewardess walked by again, he frowned. “Where can I meet her after we land? Are you finished for the day or do you have a return flight?”
“She’ll meet you at the coffee shop down from the gate where we land.”
That wasn’t good enough. He would wait until she walked off the plane regardless of how long that took. She was not getting away from him without some answers. He didn’t even have her phone number, though he knew where she lived, if she was still in the same place.
Now he felt stupid. Why hadn’t he remembered Cristina? It had been one night of unforgettable sex and yet he hadn’t even considered her. Until this moment, he’d forgotten all about her because maybe he didn’t want to think about her again. She scared him.
Sitting in his seat, he recalled everything about that night. How she had taken him from a grumpy mood to laughing and joking and that first kiss. He’d leaned down and kissed her on the dance floor and it felt like the ground moved beneath his feet. The attraction had been real.
The intense desire in that kiss had them all but running out of the bar. In their eagerness to reach her apartment, he’d not returned to his hotel room until the next morning. And then like the coward he was, he’d sped out of town, not looking back, and wanting to forget the emotions she created. In him. The desire from that night had left him reeling.
Damn, if she was the one, he was going to be really angry at her for not contacting him, but could he blame her? He’d run from a great experience all because he feared getting into another situation like he had with Taylor.
And yet the two women were complete opposites.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the big jet landed in Dallas.
It took another ten minutes for them to reach the gate and then for them to open the door to the cabin.
Standing, he grabbed his bag and headed toward the exit. The first-class flight attendant was telling everyone good-bye. He gazed at her. “I’ll be waiting.”
She smiled at him and replied, “Have a nice day.”
That was not reassuring.
With a growl, he walked off the plane. The gate was crowded with people getting ready for the next flight. But he found a seat where he could watch the exit and sat.
He was not going anywhere until she got off that plane. Cristina was not going to escape from him. He had questions.
Thirty minutes later, after the captain and all the passengers had exited, he saw the cleaning staff enter the plane.
Where the hell was she?
Finally, she walked out the door, her head high as she pulled her travel bag behind her. Her friend was talking to her and he could see they were in a serious conversation.
“Cristina,” he called standing and walking toward her. “We need to talk, now.”
CHAPTER 7
Stunned, Cristina stared at Blake in the crowded gateway. Why did he want to talk? Had he learned about Wyatt?
Betty glanced at him and then at her. “Call me if you need me.”
“Goodnight,” she said and walked toward the exit.
How was she going to handle this? She didn’t want him to learn about Wyatt. Was this just a casual accidental meetup or had he somehow learned the truth?
“Where are we going?”
“Away from the gate,” she said trying to act like nothing was going on. “Are you hungry? Do you want to grab a coffee?”
A frown appeared between his brows. “I want somewhere we can talk in private.”
