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Micah smiled as he thought of her. She was a spitfire and he’d love to see if she was like that in bed, but he also knew he had about a snowball’s chance in hell of getting her there. She wasn’t interested in him at all. She’d made that abundantly clear from the start. From the first time they met, she’d let him know what she thought of him and it wasn’t good. He, on the other hand, had felt like he’d been hit with a hammer. She was so beautiful and the way she’d stood up for Isabella made him admire her deeply.

After parking his car in the parking lot at the airport, he walked into the terminal and to the ticket counter. Smiling at the ticket agent, he handed her his identification. She smiled up at him and handed his ticket to him.

“Have a wonderful flight, Mr. Turner. We hope you’ll fly with us again,” she said as she loaded his suitcase onto the scale.

“I will, on my return trip,” he said with a smile.

The ticket agent laughed.

After passing through security, he headed toward his boarding gate to wait for the flight to be called. He found a book in the gift shop nearby and sat in one of the plastic chairs. He figured he would read a little before the flight was called since he was a little early.

Micah stretched his long legs out in front of him and got as comfortable as he could in the hard chair. He muttered under his breath and raised his eyes when he heard feminine laughter. He saw a gorgeous redhead sitting across from him and he smiled.

“It’s a little hard getting comfortable in those chairs when you’re over, say five feet.” She laughed.

He chuckled. “I think they were made for kids only.”

“I’m five seven and find it hard to get comfortable. You’re…what? Easily over six feet, right?”

He watched her eyes travel over him. When she looked into his eyes again, he grinned.

“Six four.”

She moaned. “Love a tall man.”

His flight was called, and he stood. “Have a nice flight.”

“Too bad we’re not on the same one I wouldn’t mind joining the mile-high club with you.”

He chuckled and shook his head. Some women just didn’t care how forward they were. He gave her a nod and walked to the gate After handing his boarding pass to the agent, he boarded the flight and took his seat.Once the plane was in the air, a flight attendant came by to ask him if he wanted something to drink. He declined and opened the book he’d purchased, put the seat back and began reading. He loved a good mystery. An hour into the flight, Micah put the book down and put his head back and closed his eyes. Damn, he was tired. He’d hardly slept last night. He had laid there with thoughts of Patsy just across the hall.Damn it. He ran his hands down his face and groaned.

“Tired?” a female voice said.

Micah opened his eyes and looked up at the flight attendant. “A little.”

“Would you like a pillow or blanket?” she asked draping her hand on the back of the seat.

“No, thank you. I’m fine.” He smiled when she winked at him and moved on.

Micah wasn’t a vain man, but women hit on him all the time. He just wasn’t interested right now, and it was all because of Patsy.Damn pixie.

He smiled thinking about her saying she knew he called her that. Mont had to have told Isabella and Micah knew how women talked. He was sure it hadn’t been long afterMont told Isabella that she told her best friend. He closed his eyes and the next thing he knew an announcement came across the PA for the passengers to buckle up since they were about to land.

Chapter Three

Once the plane landed and stopped at the gate, he stood and stretched. Damn seats were too close together for someone his height and build. He exited the plane and headed to get his luggage. After renting a vehicle, he drove to his hotel and checked in. It was a nice room. A large king size bed sat centered on one wall and a row of patio doors led to a balcony. The sitting room boasted a large red sofa with a matching chair and flat-screen TV. Too bad he wouldn’t be staying long enough to enjoy it. He could use a vacation since he hadn’t had one in almost three years.

Walking to the bed, he sat on the edge. Needing to check in with Patsy, he unlocked his phone and dialed his house. The machine picked up. Micah sighed and spoke.

“Patsy, pick up. It’s me, Micah.”

“Hello,” she answered.

“Are you doing all right?”

“Yes. I just hate not being able to go anywhere. I have a job I need to get back to.”

“I know. I’m doing what I can. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes to go to the prison. I need to change clothes first.”

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