Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Now? Well, now life was different, and I loathed everything about my world.
So… I was understandably cautious when it came to women.
I wasn’t going to bring anyone into this shady as fuck world if I didn’t have to.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the show, though.
“Uh,” the gate agent said. “That’s…”
“The law. Literally. It’s on the US Department of Transportation. Would you like me to find it for you?” she asked.
“Uhh,” he said hesitantly.
Just as he said that, there was another colossal boom, and then the entire building shook as, beyond the windows, the sky literally disappeared as rain so heavy it was deafening filled the world around us.
The man jerked when his computer did a weird beeping thing, then he slumped in relief.
“The flight that you were originally on was just canceled,” he said. “I’ll book you on that one in three hours.”
My lips quirked as I pulled the woman into me and said, “Make sure you get her on that flight, too.”
He did.
Both of us, side by side, in first class.
“Thank you, sir,” I said. “I appreciate you helping.”
He still looked slightly nauseous as we walked away.
“That was great,” I said. “Where’d you learn all that information about flights?”
“I’m in the aviation industry,” she said. “I’m at airports quite a bit, to be honest. And my best friend’s also a pilot for American Airlines to keep up her pilot license on the ‘big birds’ as she calls them. My next step would’ve been to call her and get her to pull some strings for us.”
I grinned at her. “What do you do in the aviation industry?”
Just as I asked that, another deafening boom sounded, causing her to jump.
She lost her balance and started to tip over, her belongings in her hands causing her to be slightly off balance.
“Shit,” she cursed as I caught her before she could so much as head even an inch toward the ground. “Oh, God. Thank you. I’m the most uncoordinated person on the planet. When I say that I fall at least twice a day, it’s no exaggeration.”
“I would say under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t be scared half to death by the thunder,” I teased.
“True,” she said.
I watched her as she took a look around. “Fancy an overpriced meal?”
Her head twisted to regard me, then she beamed. “Actually, I can help with that!”
Then she whipped out an ID badge.
“Is that you?” I asked, unsure since I couldn’t see the whole photo with how she was holding the card.
“My best friend, Shayne.” She smiled. “She got a new one the other day, and so I pilfered this one. I should be able to get us a discounted lunch at least.”
She was so fucking cute.
“Where would you like to go?” I asked curiously.
“Literally we could walk all over this airport and still have a couple of hours to kill,” she pointed out. “There’s a place right down here that sells chicken. Then we could go to the pilots’ lounge.”
“You’re a little bit wild, aren’t you…” I left the question open ended, hoping she’d give me her name.
She laughed and held out her hand to me. “Ande.”
I took her hand, which felt fucking tiny in mine, and said, “Keene.”
Her eyebrows went up at the mention of my name. “That’s an interesting name.”
“I’m fairly sure that my parents made it up,” I admitted, hoping that she wouldn’t ask about either of my parents.
I didn’t talk to my mother, and really kind of hoped that in whatever drug-induced state she was in, I wouldn’t have to deal with her ever again. And if my father wasn’t already dead as fuck, I’d kill him again.
“Well, my mom wanted Andrea, and my dad wanted a boy, so neither one of them got what they wanted. Hence Ande.” She tossed me a quick smile before pointing out a Chipotle.
“How about there?”
I grimaced. “They always gyp me on protein,” I grumbled. “But man, if that was a Freebirds World Burrito, I would’ve gone there in a heartbeat.”
She looked me up and down, then snorted. “No, we can’t gyp you on your protein.”
Together we walked for what felt like forever, checking out almost every single restaurant in the entire airport, before we decided with Chick-Fil-A.
“I love God’s chicken,” she said as she sat down.
“It is pretty damn good,” I admitted. “Though it’s never enough.”
She smirked at me. “You’re telling me that the three chicken sandwiches you ordered aren’t enough?”
I shrugged. “I’m a growing boy.”
“You’re definitely a big boy,” she agreed.
“You don’t seem very intimidated,” I found myself replying.
Most women found my size overwhelming.
“I have seven brothers, Keene. When I say that there’s probably not anything you can do to me that they haven’t done first… it’d be an understatement,” she pointed out.
I leveled her with a look that clearly said what I was thinking, and she waved her hand. “Well, there are some things…”