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make-up remover from his lap and the computer and
tossed them into the bag, wondering all the while why any woman
would slather this stuff all over her face. When a tube of mascara
slid between his legs, she started to reach for it, too, then
jerked her hand back. Her wide-eyed gaze went to his face and he
slowly rotated his gaze to meet hers.
    Blue eyes. Oh God. Bluer than a clear Rocky
Mountain afternoon.
    Tasha swallowed, her mouth gone suddenly dry,
then pointed to the mascara. “You get that one,” she said, her gaze
still locked with his. He turned his attention to his lap.
    “Ahem, yes. I think I’ll do that.”
    After he’d retrieved the elusive mascara and
popped it into the bag, Tasha snapped the clasp and shoved the bag
toward the woman. She searched for something to wipe the makeup
from the computer until the attendant came up behind her.
    “Miss, you need to take your seat now,” she
said firmly.
    “But I...” Tasha looked at her and saw the
exasperation in her eyes. She nodded, “I’ll take my seat now.”
    First, she hoisted her heavy backpack up over
the man and into the compartment, crowding into him slightly. Then
she grabbed her carry-on and tossed it onto the floor in front of
her seat. When she tried to ease past his knees, he rose a bit out
of his seat, still clutching the make-up covered computer and
briefcase to his lap to let her pass. Just as she was clear, her
foot caught on the strap of her carry-on and she tripped into her
seat, catching his right arm in the process and dragging him to the
right with her.
    He quickly jerked himself back into his own
space.
    “Tight fit,” she said.
    It sounded like he growled.
    Tasha risked a glance his way. His glasses
sat a little cock-eyed on his face.
    Sighing, she leaned back against the seat.
Her head fell for a second against the headrest and she momentarily
closed her eyes. Exhausted. This vacation her mother had insisted
upon—bless her kind soul—was supposed to relax her, wasn’t it? My
goodness! So far she’d overslept, almost missed her flight, and
ruined a man’s laptop all in the same day!
    This was not relaxing.
    Yes, Violet had surprised her all right. The
day after she’d suggested Tasha get away from Pinebow Springs for a
while, she’d shown up with Club Regale Resort reservations and
airline tickets in hand. A gift, she’d said. By that time Tasha was
thoroughly convinced that she did need to get away. And she’d be
grateful to her mother forever for providing her the
opportunity.
    Laptop?
    Abruptly, she jerked her gaze back to the
man’s computer and reached for her bag. “Oh! I think I’ve got
something in here to clean that up with,” she half-muttered under
her breath. After finding some tissues, she reached for the
computer. Startled when he pulled it back onto his lap, she
squarely met his gaze. “Let me clean it off for you.”
    “No. Thank you. I’ll have it looked at
professionally.” He popped the lid of the computer shut.
    She stopped his hands with hers. “Just let me
get the big stuff off. It will dry on there and everything.”
    Tasha watched as his gaze fell to her hand
for a moment. Then he removed his hand from beneath hers, finished
fastening the computer back together, and sat both it and his
briefcase at his feet. He looked at her in defiance. “Put on your
seat belt.”
    Surprised, Tasha stared back at him.
“What?”
    “Put on your seat belt. You’re a walking
disaster. The way things are going this plane will crash. Put on
your seat belt.” He reached down to securely fasten his with a loud
snap, his gaze still connected with hers.
    Tasha did as she was told, breaking the
connection with his eyes. The seat belt sign was on anyway, she
reasoned. She wasn’t doing it because he’d ordered her to do it, or
anything. Then she glanced at him once more. He’d laid his head
back against the headrest, his eyes were closed, his fingers laced
together over his abdomen. She let her perusal drift