Page 52 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 19
Genevieve
What in the hell were they thinking? I groaned as I closed my eyes and laid my head back against the leather seat of the airplane as I waited to take off. Situated in the window seat, when I re-opened my eyes, I could see the guys standing in the window watching the plane as the engines roared to life.
God, they were amazing men in every way. No woman in their right mind would have left them standing at the gate after they’d asked her to stay. What was wrong with me?
But on the other hand, sure they’d asked me to stay but what did that mean exactly? Were they in love with me? Did they just want me around because the sex was mind-blowing and it would be nice to have pussy on tap?
Surely if they were in love with me, they’d have said something before now. Why wait until I was about to board a damned plane? Maybe it was just an impulse thing and by the time the plane landed in New York they’d have already moved on to the next woman.
Not being able to look at them any longer for fear I’d demand to be let off the plane and ruin my career just when I was so close to getting everything I wanted, I closed my eyes again and hoped I’d nod off. I’d spent the previous night making love to my two beautiful men and was exhausted in all senses of the word.
“Heading home or leaving home?”
“Huh?” Opening my eyes, I was startled to see that someone had taken the seat next to me, an older man who I’d guess to be in his mid-sixties.
Well, shit. I’d been really hoping I wouldn’t have a seat-mate for the trip home. The guys had hit me with a whopper. What I needed more than anything else right now was some time to think and consider. Hours of chit-chat wasn’t what I had listed on my agenda.
“I’m going home. I’m from New York.”
“Oh, I see.” He sniffed and seemed to get distracted by the brochures stuck in the pocket of the seat ahead of them.
He paused and I did a silent prayer of thanks that the conversation wasn’t going to go any further than that.
I prayed too early…
“I’m from New York but live here now.”
Oh fuck my life. I smiled despite myself.
The plane lunged forward and prepared for take-off.
“New York is great, but there’s nothing like this town to settle down and raise a family.”
I chanced one more look out the window in direction of where my guys were standing. They were both still there waving.
Placing my palm against the window next to me I was always beginning to feel the pangs of loneliness as the plane turned away to begin taxiing down the runway.
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Genevieve
My publisher was ten minutes late for our meeting. I mentally went through the list of things I had to get done today. The flight I’d taken had gotten in late the previous evening and so by the time I’d walked into my apartment I was simply too tired to unpack. Instead, I’d just shed my clothing and slid into bed naked, falling into a sound sleep until the alarm woke me this morning.
Pulling my phone out from my purse, I began to flip through the pictures I’d taken while with the guys. I hadn’t taken many but the ones I did take were excellent. I really doubted I’d even come close to meeting men like them again. Why couldn’t they have been living in New York? But if they were living in New York what would the chances be of me actually meeting them to begin with? Slim to none and none left town, that’s how.
“Genevieve! It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
My head perked up as I heard my editor’s voice and I tucked the phone back into my purse. Standing, I took my editor’s hand and gave it a quick shake. My editor was a good woman; she’d been in the business for over thirty years, since she was fresh out of college. But above all she was a brilliant editor and had an eye for the next bestseller.
“Thank you, Gretchen, it’s been way to long.”
“I know, dear.” She released my hand and motioned a French-manicured hand at me to follow her down the hallway of offices. “But I think you’re sitting on a gold mine. Really. We could make a series out of the world you built. The characters and supporting characters are so strong.”
Coming to a halt at an open doorway she stepped aside and allowed me to enter before her. Inside the classically decorated room was the head of the publishing house—Vincent Campbell.
Vincent stood and extended his hand as I entered. I took his hand and we shared a brief but firm handshake before he nodded to the chair in front of the desk for me to take. Gretchen sat down in the chair beside me.
