Red Sky At Morning - DK4 by Melissa Good Page B

with all the upset people and canceled flights, the last thing Kerry would have thought of would have been to claim privilege. However, since it was being offered, she wasn’t about to turn it down. “Sure. I’d love that.” She stood and picked up the case, following the rep as she eased through the crowd and worked her way past the other irate customers.
    Kerry caught sight of Josh just as she cleared the crowd. He was waiting his turn rather forlornly, and he gave her a weak smile as their eyes met. “Looks like we’re getting floor space,” he commented. “No flights out until tomorrow.”
    “I wasn’t in the mood to be on another one anyway,” Kerry admitted. “Chicago can wait.”
    “Not for me.” Josh shook his head. “I meant it. I’m going home.”
    Kerry fished in her pocket and pulled out one of her business cards, which she handed to him. “If you really decide to quit, give me a call.”
    He glanced at the card, then looked more closely at the title, his eyebrows jerking up in a way that was comical. His eyes widened and he looked back at her. Kerry winked at him, gave him a pat on the side, then turned and continued after the fidgeting attendant.
    “Nice-looking guy,” the attendant commented.
    “Yeah,” Kerry agreed, distracted by the speakers echoing loudly around them.

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    “Did you want to bring him along? We could squeeze him in with you if you—”
    “Huh?” Kerry’s head snapped back, realizing what the woman was saying. “Oh, um, no. No, thanks.” She ran a hand through her hair.
    “He’s not my type.”
    “Oh.” The woman glanced behind them. “Maybe I’ll go back and get him later then.” She gave Kerry a wicked grin. “If you don’t mind.”
    Kerry nodded amusedly. “Be my guest.”
    They ducked down a small, unmarked hallway, and the woman unlocked a plain door with her keycard, pulling it open and allowing a gust of cool, brandy-scented air to hit Kerry in the face. “Go on in and relax.”
    Kerry stepped inside the Platinum Fliers Club door and was glad to hear it close behind her. She trudged to the courtesy desk and set her briefcase down, pulling out her wallet and handing her club card to the woman behind the desk. It was quiet inside the club, though many travelers were already taking sanctuary there, and she could hear the faint clink of glasses from the bar and a soft murmur of voices around the bank of modem-jack equipped cubes.
    “Thank you, Ms. Stuart.” The woman gazed kindly at her. “Were you on the flight to Chicago?”
    Kerry nodded.
    “Would you like a drink?”
    Kerry nodded again.
    “C’mon.” The woman rose and took her briefcase, motioning her to follow. “You going to need a hotel room?”
    “No.” Kerry found herself smiling. “Someone’s picking me up.”
    The urge, at that moment, to see Dar’s face was so overwhelming, it almost made her cry. “But thanks for the offer.”
    “No problem.’ The agent smiled at her. “You’re lucky you know someone in town. Hotels around the airport are not much fun to stay in.”
    Kerry rubbed her hands, which had finally stopped shaking. “I certainly am lucky,” she agreed. “You think the storm will last ’til tomorrow?”
    The woman led her to a nice, comfortable looking chair. “No, don’t worry. It’ll be nice weather tomorrow. You’ll get your flight out, no problem.”
    Kerry sat down and sighed, having a flashback to her younger days wishing for snow to close school. “Okay. Thanks.”
    DAR RESISTED THE growing urge to just tell the driver to shut up.
    He wasn’t a bad sort, but he’d started talking to her the minute she’d gotten into the Lincoln, and all her attempts at not providing any conversational feedback had gone completely unheeded.

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    “You been here before?”
    “Yes.” Dar leaned her head against the glass window and watched the dark buildings go by.
    “You like New York?”
    “No.”
    “Aw, really? Hey,