into the mirror. Thanks, sis.
The flight attendant had begun to read off the passenger instructions as she slipped back into her aisle, climbing over Brody to get to her window seat.
âListen,â he whispered, âwe need to come to some agreement here.â
She buckled her seat belt, cinching it down, and grabbed Pride and Prejudice . âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
He made a face and shook his head. Ha. She could recognize frustrated when she saw it. Another week, tops, and heâd go packinâ.
âRonie, you win. I quit.â
Huh? Already? She turned to him, hating suddenly the feeling of loss. Okay, this had been way too easy. âI win?â
âI canât keep up with your disguises. And you clearly donât want to let me in on your life. I mean, it would have been nice to know that Lyle was going on this trip with us.â
Sheâd seen him back in business class, with Leah, still head-down in his game. âIâm sorry. He was a last-minute addition.â
âBut one I should have known about. Iâm not a bad guyâI get that you want to take him with you. We just need to work on our communication. Iâm not the guy whoâs going to stand in your way. Iâm just going to make sure youâre alive when you get there.â
Brody had pretty eyes. She hadnât really noticed them beforeâa dark green, almost, with flecks of hazel inside. And he smelled good, too. Like Old Spice cologne. Sheâd actually noticed the flight attendantâs gaze rest on him as heâd lifted her bag into the overhead.
He filled out that black T-shirt pretty well, too.
Not that she was looking. Because, contrary to hisbelief, he would stand in her way. At least once he found out what this trip was really about.
Still, maybe she could appease him a bit. Get him to lower his guard, offer an olive branch. âMaybe youâre right. I have been giving you the dodge, havenât I?â
âA little. And really, you should be a spy or something with the way you can slip into a room unnoticed.â
A spy. She tried to stay calm, not let herself give anything away. If he only knew⦠Still, she let a little smile escape. âThanks. I spent years perfecting that move at my fatherâs dinner parties. Savannah and Iââ She sucked in a breath. âI was always trying to get my hands on a glass of champagne. Until, of course, I succeeded, and managed to throw up all over my Christmas dress. Hate the stuff. I donât drink.â
But his smile had dimmed on her Savannah slip. She swallowed past a boulder in her throat. No, please. âWhat are you listening to?â She reached out for his iPhone and she could have hugged himâokay, not really, but he did win points when he released it to her. She scrolled through his playlist. âStevie Ray Vaughan, BB King, Otis Rush, Eric Claptonâ¦and Big Joe Turner? You got a great mix of blues here.â
He seemed to consider her for a moment. âI was listening to Texas Flood on the flight from D.C.â
âIâm more of a BB King fan, although I love the cover song for Texas Flood . I have the live version on my phone. But Iâm more into the original blues. In my other life, Iâm Bessie Smith. Or Billie Holiday.â She handed him the phone. âI have to admit, Iâd never peg you for a jump blues fan.â
âThatâs more for fun.â He turned the phone off. âBessie Smith?â
âMy mother had an album. We listened to it all the time when we rummaged through her closet. Savannahâ¦â What was her problem? Why couldnât she seem to get her sister out of her brain? Or her vocabulary? She sighed, letting the sentence play out. âShe had a great blues voice. I can still hear herââTrouble, trouble, Iâve had it all my days; it seems like trouble going to follow me to my
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