From Designed for Love available from Amazon
“What the hell?” My carry-on bag slid across the floor and slammed into the
wall. My feet slipped out from
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I finally caught my breath and
pushed him off. “Everyone’s always in such a big hurry.”
“Why’d you slow down? You darned near stopped in front of me.” He stood up,
brushed himself off and held out his hand to help me up. “Sorry.”
I knocked his hand away, got to my knees and stood. I didn’t need his help.
Not his or anyone else’s for that matter. What I needed was to find my bag and
get on to my gate.
“Look, I’m sorry. It was entirely my fault. I shouldn’t have been in such a
hurry.” He held his hand out to me again, but I ignored it. “Here, let me get
that for you.” He hurried to pick up my bag, but I grabbed it first.
“Look, Mister, I have a plane to catch, so excuse me if I don’t have time to
chat.” I straightened up my bag, grabbed the handle and started toward my gate.
Good looking in a rustic sort of way, I had to admit. Probably worked outdoors
or at least spent a lot of time outside. Not that it made any difference. I
didn’t have time for him. Or any man for that matter. I had a career to build,
and men didn’t figure into it.
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