the full curve of her breasts, the swing of her hips and the smooth swell of her backside. As for the tanned legs and black stiletto heels...
‘Donovan, is something wrong? Did I forget something?’
She was staring at him, twiddling one strand of her shorter hair between her finger and thumb. Another ‘tell’ when she was nervous. It was cute. It was sexy.
He shook his head, trying to get his mind back on the job. ‘Nice hairdo.’ The words were out before he thought about them and her cheeks flushed in an instant.
‘Thanks.’ Her fingers were working overtime on that strand of hair. Any more and she would pull it clean from her head. ‘My friends thought it would be more practical for a first field assignment.’
He raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but smile. ‘Did they think the dress would be more practical too?’
He knew it. He knew there had been a makeover team involved. Grace looked fabulous, but he kind of preferred her the way she’d appeared twenty-four hours ago. When he’d been the only one who had noticed her.
Her shoulders sagged. ‘Like I said, I wanted to look professional.’
The blonde behind the desk cleared her throat and handed over the boarding cards, her eyes drifting up and down the length of Grace’s body with disapproval. Her gaze was so blatant he cringed.
But Grace didn’t. She laughed. Out loud. And reached over and took the boarding cards from her hand. ‘Thanks honey,’ she quipped. ‘I’ll take care of these guys now.’
With a confidence Donovan hadn’t seen before she swung her bag over her shoulder and started to walk towards Security. ‘Come on, guys, let’s go.’ All eyes followed the swing of her hips and the rest of the team grabbed their bags and hurried after her.
By the time they reached Security Grace had emptied the contents of her bag, removed her gold necklace and put her shoes in the tray. She beeped as she walked through the scanner and stood patiently while the female security team scanned her with the wand. The scanner paused around her shoulder blade and she said a few quiet words to the staff member.
The woman reached up and pulled the stretchy red material out where indicated by Grace. It wasn’t enough. A few seconds later she was asked to stand in the full-body scanner. What on earth was going on?
It took less than thirty seconds. The female guard viewed the scan and had a quick discussion with her counterpart. He nodded and she indicated to Grace to come out and handed her her shoes, talking away as if they were old friends. Grace was shrugging her shoulders and smiling. Donovan was concentrating so hard on what was happening between them he felt a sharp nudge at his back. ‘Hurry up, buddy. The guard has signalled you through twice now.’
Donovan had already removed his belt, shoes, money and watch. There was no reason for him to beep. He hurried through and caught the last few words of the conversation. ‘No problem, it happens every time...’
It had to be her scar. Questions were firing in his brain. There were lots of reasons people could beep at the airport. Metal plates in their bodies, other kinds of implants or devices. But the only scar he’d seen on her entire smooth skin had been the angry–looking one on her shoulder.
It just made him all the more curious. Grace didn’t seem like the kind of girl to have had a knife wound. Maybe he was wrong? Maybe it was from a car wreck? A sports accident? A skiing mishap?
But it didn’t matter how many ‘what ifs’ he planted in his brain. Donovan knew a knife wound when he saw one. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to ask the question.
She was sliding her painted red toes into her black stiletto. ‘What next? Can we all go for a coffee somewhere and make some plans?’
Her voice jolted him. It was embarrassing. She wasn’t having any problems focusing on the job. It was only him. Why hadn’t he noticed the painted toes earlier?
‘Sure. Let’s go to the coffee
‘Donovan, is something wrong? Did I forget something?’
She was staring at him, twiddling one strand of her shorter hair between her finger and thumb. Another ‘tell’ when she was nervous. It was cute. It was sexy.
He shook his head, trying to get his mind back on the job. ‘Nice hairdo.’ The words were out before he thought about them and her cheeks flushed in an instant.
‘Thanks.’ Her fingers were working overtime on that strand of hair. Any more and she would pull it clean from her head. ‘My friends thought it would be more practical for a first field assignment.’
He raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but smile. ‘Did they think the dress would be more practical too?’
He knew it. He knew there had been a makeover team involved. Grace looked fabulous, but he kind of preferred her the way she’d appeared twenty-four hours ago. When he’d been the only one who had noticed her.
Her shoulders sagged. ‘Like I said, I wanted to look professional.’
The blonde behind the desk cleared her throat and handed over the boarding cards, her eyes drifting up and down the length of Grace’s body with disapproval. Her gaze was so blatant he cringed.
But Grace didn’t. She laughed. Out loud. And reached over and took the boarding cards from her hand. ‘Thanks honey,’ she quipped. ‘I’ll take care of these guys now.’
With a confidence Donovan hadn’t seen before she swung her bag over her shoulder and started to walk towards Security. ‘Come on, guys, let’s go.’ All eyes followed the swing of her hips and the rest of the team grabbed their bags and hurried after her.
By the time they reached Security Grace had emptied the contents of her bag, removed her gold necklace and put her shoes in the tray. She beeped as she walked through the scanner and stood patiently while the female security team scanned her with the wand. The scanner paused around her shoulder blade and she said a few quiet words to the staff member.
The woman reached up and pulled the stretchy red material out where indicated by Grace. It wasn’t enough. A few seconds later she was asked to stand in the full-body scanner. What on earth was going on?
It took less than thirty seconds. The female guard viewed the scan and had a quick discussion with her counterpart. He nodded and she indicated to Grace to come out and handed her her shoes, talking away as if they were old friends. Grace was shrugging her shoulders and smiling. Donovan was concentrating so hard on what was happening between them he felt a sharp nudge at his back. ‘Hurry up, buddy. The guard has signalled you through twice now.’
Donovan had already removed his belt, shoes, money and watch. There was no reason for him to beep. He hurried through and caught the last few words of the conversation. ‘No problem, it happens every time...’
It had to be her scar. Questions were firing in his brain. There were lots of reasons people could beep at the airport. Metal plates in their bodies, other kinds of implants or devices. But the only scar he’d seen on her entire smooth skin had been the angry–looking one on her shoulder.
It just made him all the more curious. Grace didn’t seem like the kind of girl to have had a knife wound. Maybe he was wrong? Maybe it was from a car wreck? A sports accident? A skiing mishap?
But it didn’t matter how many ‘what ifs’ he planted in his brain. Donovan knew a knife wound when he saw one. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to ask the question.
She was sliding her painted red toes into her black stiletto. ‘What next? Can we all go for a coffee somewhere and make some plans?’
Her voice jolted him. It was embarrassing. She wasn’t having any problems focusing on the job. It was only him. Why hadn’t he noticed the painted toes earlier?
‘Sure. Let’s go to the coffee
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