Page 34 of Dream Lover
We both checked in and spent the next hour in what had to be the slowest TSA line ever. Conner kept cracking jokes, making the best of it. He made me smile more times than I could count.
“Watch me get a pat down,” I whispered to him. It never failed. I swore the machine didn’t like boobs.
Conner stepped through with ease. On my turn, the red light flashed. Conner burst out laughing as I stepped out, and a female agent started patting me down. I smiled right along with him.
“That was too funny.”
“Boobs. That machine hates them,” I said, putting my shoes on and getting my phone out of my purse.
“Well, you have fine ones,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading us to his end of the terminal. Since my flight was later, I didn’t need to rush to mine. Plus, it gave us just a little bit more time together.
We found a couch next to several large windows unoccupied. “You sit, and I’ll go get us coffee. I didn’t get enough this morning.”
Conner reached behind him for his wallet. I held my hand up. “I can get coffee.”
He pulled out some bills. “I know you can, but when I’m with you, I pay.”
“Just like you did at the hotel.” My brow quirked. The sneaky man put it all on his credit card. He even let me go up to the desk where they told me it was taken care of. Rat.
“Yep.” He kissed me and put the money in my hand.
“Whatever.” This wasn’t something I wanted to waste our time together on.
Luckily the coffee shop wasn’t too far, and I got in line, which was decent size.
In front of me stood the old lady who hit me with her cane. What were the odds of us being in the same airport at the same time in a different city?
This was my chance to reset my karma and apologize for being a bitch. I tapped her gingerly on the shoulder. “Excuse me, ma’am. I’m not sure if you remember me, but we met a week ago.” She turned and scowled at me. Yeah, she remembered. “I wanted to apologize and buy your coffee this morning.”
“And a muffin,” she tossed in.
I smiled. “A dozen of them if you’d like.”
“One would be fine. I’d appreciate that.” Only then did the woman give me a small smile. It felt good to right this wrong. And how lucky was I that we were in the same place so I could get it off my conscience.
After paying for her items, I ran-walked back to Conner excited to share my news.
“You’ll never guess who I just bumped into.” I handed him his cup and sat next to him.
“Elvis.” He chuckled.
I whacked his shoulder. “No! Remember the story I told you about the old lady in the airport?”
“The muffin lady?”
“Yes. I bought her a coffee … and a muffin.”
“The world has been saved,” he teased.
“Yes, it has. At least for me. What I did was wrong, and I was selfish. I’m happy I was able to fix it.”
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me tight to him. “Me too.” He kissed my temple.
Over the loudspeaker Conner’s flight was announced as boarding. We hadn’t finished our coffees, and they were nowhere near cooled off. I didn’t want our good time together to end.
He grabbed the coffees and tossed them in the trash. Moving to me, he cupped my face. “I meant what I said.” He pierced me with his gaze then claimed my lips. Conner kissed me hard and deep with lots of tongue, and my freaking toes curled. He kissed me breathless.
“See you around, Q.”
