Page 28 of Blind Luck

Amber Cassidy.

Becky Kehl.

William Caukwell.

Kellen Mazure.

Kim Rock Doyle.

Chris Clemente.

“Our flight leaves at ten tonight, and we wouldn’t make it to the airport in time. I hate to ask, but do you know of any other companies that might be able to accommodate two people?”

She looked around, then leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially. “Try Butterfly Tours—the guy who runs it is real hot on safety. And avoid Freddie’s Flights. I used to work there, and Fred cuts corners with the maintenance.”

“Wow, thanks. I’ll try Butterfly Tours.”

“Three doors along.” She pointed to my left. “Good luck.”

“Thanks again.”

If I’d remembered the roads right, we were at the northwestern edge of the main airport, and my assumption was confirmed when an airplane took off behind me as I exited the building. Rusty was hovering on the sidewalk.

“They’re going on a sightseeing tour,” I told him.

“They?”

“She met a guy in there.”

“As in, a secret boyfriend guy?”

“How should I know? She kissed him on the cheek; there were no tongues involved.”

A dark expression flickered across Rusty’s face, just for a second, and then it was gone.

“What?” I asked.

“Girls do that, right? They kiss men on the cheek when they like them.”

“When they like them? Or when theylikethem, like them?”

“The second one.”

I nudged him along the street toward the building that housed Butterfly Tours. I didn’t plan to go inside, of course—I just wanted to get out of sight in case the lady behind the Sky’s the Limit desk looked up. Unwanted attention could be awkward.

“I don’t think they do that. The way Kelsey gave him a quick peck, it’s basically friendzoning the guy.”

“A girl I know used to kiss a guy on the cheek, and now she’s engaged to him.”

“A girl? Or a girlfriend?”

Rusty looked away, and I thought he wasn’t going to answer. “The second one.”

He’d had a girlfriend, and she’d done him dirty? Was she off her rocker? I mean, I’d only known him a day, but he seemed kind, plus he was definitely handsome and he earned seven million bucks a year. Was he secretly a psycho? Had Alexa’s background check missed some critical piece of information? I took a half step back.

“Well, she probably kissed him on the cheek in front of you because she didn’t want you to know how she felt about him. Did she cheat?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. We were on a break.”

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