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slowly over
him, from head to knee—and was almost afraid to admit that she
liked what she saw. He was just too damned attractive for her own
good. Who would have thought it? A man in a suit? He appeared to be
asleep. But Tasha knew better.
    He was avoiding her.
    It was then, the calm after the storm, that
she realized that her heart was beating rapidly. And it wasn’t from
exhaustion. It was from sexual energy, pure and simple. The vibes
were good, as her mother would say. Even for a businessman.
    Turning, she forced herself to look out the
window, and dismissed him as he did her. The airport raced rapidly
by and the plane nosed higher into the air.
    ****
    Why was it, Andrew thought to himself as he
felt the plane rumble, lift, and become airborne, that he always
seemed to find himself seated next to a lunatic? It never failed.
In movies, at restaurants, and always on an airplane, crazy people
searched him out to sit next to him. Like he was a magnet or
something. A nut magnet.
    Much to his chagrin, however, the magnetic
field appeared to be pulling in reverse. He was attached to the
nut .
    He’d tried not to look at her as she’d
bumbled down the aisle. He’d heard the flight attendant point out
the seat next to his and had cringed. He hated being closed in,
that’s why he’d wanted the aisle and had been relieved when he’d
realized, as the plane was filling, that it might be empty. Being
slightly claustrophobic, the aisle and an empty seat next to him
always helped somewhat. But now, here she was. All five feet ten
inches or more of her, he guessed. Mostly legs, as he remembered
her standing next to him dressed in that ridiculous get-up: khaki
shorts, hiking boots and thick woolen socks, a Grateful Dead
T-shirt, obviously without the proper underwear beneath, a bandanna
around her neck and an Oakland A’s baseball cap with a long,
brunette pony-tail pulled through it on her head.
    Whatever happened to femininity?
    Legs. Andrew opened his eyes slightly and
risked a glance to his right. She was staring out the window; he
glanced lower. Yes, legs. And a lot of leg, actually, running all
the way up. She crossed one over the other and he groaned inwardly.
He tried to ignore the tightening in his groin and clamped his eyes
shut again. Those shorts did little to cover what seemed to be
miles and miles of nothing but tan, smooth, firm, luscious—and yes,
despite her ridiculous attire, very feminine—legs.
    Andrew wrinkled his brow as he tried to
remember the last time he’d had legs like that wrapped around
him.
    Never, he concluded. He’d never had legs like that wrapped around him. Too bad she was a nut, albeit a
beautiful nut. Thank God the flight was only three hours. He’d be
rid of her in Dallas.

 
     
     
    Five
     
    Over Dallas-Forth Worth
     
    Tasha watched their descent. After three
hours of trying not to look at him, she finally glimpsed his way.
As the plane touched down, he jolted slightly in his seat and sat
upright. Perhaps he really had slept the whole time. She watched as
he removed his glasses, laid them in his lap, then rubbed his eyes
as if in an attempt to massage away a headache.
    Definitely not a bad looking specimen, she
mused. If only she could get him out of that suit of armor and into
some comfortable clothing. He put his glasses on over those sexy
eyes of his and then reached to the floor to retrieve his things.
It was then Tasha noticed that the ring finger of his left hand was
conspicuously bare. Not that that meant anything in this day and
age, her own parents were proof of that, but perhaps....
    “I’d like to pay for any damages to your
computer,” Tasha blurted out, interrupting her own thoughts.
    He looked at her as if he’d forgotten she
were there. “No, it’s all right. It belongs to the company, they
have insurance, I’m sure.”
    Tasha let her gaze rest on the cool blue of
his eyes underneath thick dark blond eyebrows. “Well, if you’re
sure. I can give you my