Did I tell you I’m going to Seattle after the shower?
For work?
Yes.
When I say more exciting, I don’t mean work, Greer.
But I love my job.
Once I have this baby, I’m going to show you what real fun is!
I’m sure that will go over well with Mr. Mafia.
You have a point.
Oh no. I’ve got to go. They’re bringing in a THRONE.
What?! Are you serious?
But Isa doesn’t reply, and knowing Les, there really is a throne. Only the best for Alessandro’s Mafia bride.
I’m smiling to myself as I drop my phone into my bag. I’m glad Isa and Alessandro have each other. They’re a perfect match. My gaze goes to Grant, who’s now on his phone. Definitely nothing like Grant.
An hour later, my drink is gone, and it’s almost time to board my flight. Leaving the lounge, I make my way to the gate. As I walk, I pass a lactation pod. It takes everything in my power not to giggle because one of my favorite books has a hot sex scene in a pod just like the one in front of me.
“Do I want to know what’s making you blush like that?”
I groan. “Grant Carter, you’re like a gnat that won’t go away.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s making you blush?”
“Nope.” I snort to myself as an idea hits me. “Actually, I’ll do you one better. I’ll text you the name of a book. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
He pulls his phone from his pocket. “I’m waiting.”
I pull my phone out, too, and send him the book title and author’s name. His fingers move across the screen. Is he…is he looking up the book right now?
“Looks spicy.” He eyes me. “Is this how you get off these days?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Charles said you’re not seeing anyone.”
“That he knows of.”
“We both know he’s fully aware of who and what you’re doing, Blanc.”
Ignoring him, I grab my bag and head toward my gate. He falls in step next to me.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to my gate, just as I presume you are.”
This has me stopping, because I honestly never even considered that we might be on the same flight.
“What seat number are you?”
“B-2. Why?”