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“Finally!” Rory’s mom shouts, making me jump, and I look down to see she’s found his passy.

“Baba!” Rory squeals with baby happiness, lunging toward his mom. Only he takes the passy from her and shoves it in his mouth before resting his head back on my shoulder.

“He’s traded me in,” she says with a relieved and happy smile, and I laugh, looking down at his cute little face while she passes the bag back to Mr. Blue Eyes when he reaches for it.

“He’s sweet.” I fight the urge to kiss his head like I would with one of the babies in my life I have the right to do that with, and I pass him back to his mom.

“Thank you,” she tells me softly.

“You’re welcome.”

When he’s settled on her lap, I force myself to look at the man now taking the seat behind her. “Thank you for your help.”

“No problem.” He winks, and my cheeks warm.

I hear the guy in the aisle across from him chuckle, and I glance over at him, wanting badly to say something smart. I’m sure he’s used to women having my same reaction to his friend. Heck, they probably have the same reaction to him, because he’s just as good-looking, with wavy hair and green eyes that stand out against his dark complexion.

Clearing my throat, I spin on my heels and turn to walk back to the safety of the kitchen to finish helping Joslyn get things ready. It doesn’t take long for us to get through drink service, and by some miracle, I’m able to avoid making a fool of myself again as we pass out sodas and pretzels. By the time we’re done, Douglas comes over the speaker and announces we’ll be starting our descent soon, then goes over the weather for Ibiza.

I give it a few minutes, then walk through the cabin to pick up trash and check to make sure everyone is buckled in. Then I spend a moment talking with Joslyn before going back to my seat at the front, and locking myself in for the rest of the flight.

When we land, Douglas comes out of the cockpit to join me, and I’m relieved he hasn’t seen the many times I’ve lost my composure during this flight. I’m sure he’d love to have something to give me a hard time about, only he wouldn’t keep it to himself. He would share the joys of my embarrassment with his wife Blair and their two daughters, Elsie and Vi, who I know would all tease me relentlessly about my reaction to a man, after I’ve vowed to spend a year man-free.

As people begin to exit the plane, they smile at me like they know something I don’t, and honestly, it’s a little unnerving. Especially when the man who’s had me on edge this entire flight starts walking up the aisle, towering over everyone by a foot, if not more.

He slows when he reaches me, and I hold my breath, unsure what he’s going to say, and then he smoothly slips a piece of paper into my hand. “See you around.” I try my best to look indifferent, but when he disappears out of sight, I barely avoid placing my hand on my chest, over my thundering heart.

Tucking the piece of paper into my pocket, I ignore the seemingly heavy weight of it and focus on all the things I need to get done before my shift is over and my vacation begins.

CHAPTER2

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Lying on my belly in my sleep shorts with the doors to my balcony open, letting the sea breeze in, I watch my cousins all dissect what I just told them about my reaction to Walker—the guy who was on my flight yesterday, according to the paper he gave me before he got off the plane.

“I think you should call him,” May says, looking half asleep. Then again, shewouldlook half asleep, since it’s almost midnight back home in Tennessee.

“You should totally call him,” Harmony agrees.

“What about my vow to stay single for a year?” I nibble my bottom lip, glancing over at the note with the name Walker scrawled across it in neat handwriting along with his phone number.

“Did you vow that your vagina would stay single?” April asks, and I can’t help but smile.

“No, but I’ve never had a one night stand, and I don’t know if I have it in me to do that.”

“Then don’t think of it as a one night stand. Think of it as a vacation fling.” She shrugs, then tips her head to the side. “I also hate the idea of you missing out on mind blowing sex in Spain with some hot guy, just because your ex was a complete douche.”

“I totally agree with that,” May yawns.

“What do I even say?” I sit up, pressing my back to the headboard and bringing my laptop with me.

“‘I’m in town for two nights and want to get my brains banged out. Are you down for the job?’” April suggests, and we all laugh.

“Seriously though?” I ask, still grinning.

“You could always just send him a text,” Harmony says, then adds, “And although I agree that you deserve to get laid by a hot guy, you don’t have to go into meeting with him thinking you’re going to sleep with him.”

“This is true.” I look toward the door when there’s a knock. “That’s my breakfast. I’ll let you guys go and call you tomorrow to tell you what happened.”

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