Page 27 of Life To My Flight

I leaned forward for a piece of pizza and handed it to her before taking one of my own. “Not if they’re all like that. She’s cute as hell and all, but when she starts crying and doesn’t stop, I can’t see the desire of having one of my own

“Me neither,” she shuddered. “I’m glad she’s only staying the night. I felt like I was going to break her when I put that sleeper on her. But you’re right. She’s cute.”

I snorted. “You won’t be saying that tonight when she wakes you up in the middle of the night.”

She giggled, making something inside my chest loosen.

She’d been doing that all night.

A comment here, a touch there.

When I’d left work, I rode.

I don’t think I consciously decided to drive to Rue’s place. It was just one second I was on the back road leaving the station, and the next thing I knew, I was pulling up in front of Rue’s place.

I’d found her nearly the minute I’d gotten home from overseas, and I’d spent many nights driving past her place.

I supposed it was just instinct that’d driven me to her house tonight.

“How’s the new job? Why’d you move?” I asked her when the silence continued too long.

She shrugged. “It’s nice. I like working in this ER since it’s so much bigger. However, the staff members are all bitches. You’ve also met the doc that loves to torture me while I’m there.”

I lifted my lip up at that thought. “That man was a pompous ass. He knew who I was. I came in and met him during one of our transfers last week. Just let me know if he gives you any problems, and I’ll have a word.”

She glanced over at me.

Her curly brown hair fell forward, partially obscuring her face from me for long moments before I reached forward out of habit and tucked it behind her ear.

She hissed and pulled away, and my hand dropped to rest on the cushion between us.

She stood and clapped her hands.

“Well, I’m off to bed. Thank you for the pizza, but I foresee a long night ahead of me and I suppose I should be heading that way.”

I stood up with her, and reached forward to touch the tip of her nose with my index finger.

“Thanks for keeping me company. Today was a hard day,” I said as I started walking to the front door.

She followed a good distance behind me so she could make sure there was no possible chance for us to accidentally touch.

“You’re welcome,” she said graciously, shifting from foot to foot.

I opened the door, and stepped out into the cold night air.

It was colder than normal, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t think fifty degrees was that cold. Not after growing up in North Dakota. Fifty degrees was spring weather up there.

What did get me was the humid, hot summers.

Leaning forward slowly so she knew my intentions, I kissed her cheek softly.

Her eyes widened as I pulled away, and then she shuddered.

Her smell was exquisite.

Like the rain after a summer shower.

That same smell had haunted me over the last year. A thunderstorm would strike, and the smell of her would be in the wind.

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