In a Bind. Stephanie Bond
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Zoe frowned good-naturedly, then turned her attention back to the passengers.
“Welcome aboard…. Good evening…. May I take your coat?”
“Yes, thank you.”
At the sound of the thick Australian accent, Zoe tipped up her head to meet the gaze of the clearest, greenest eyes she’d ever seen, slightly hooded and set off with straight, sun-tipped lashes. The man behind them was tall with coarse blond hair cut close to his head and a five o’clock shadow on his square jaw. Zoe sucked in a breath. The stranger exuded raw masculinity. The leather duster he shrugged out of was the color of baked ocher, conjuring up images of the parched land of the Outback. Beneath the rugged coat he wore an impeccably cut gray business suit, although his shirt collar was open and his tie loosened.
A corporate cowboy? How…intriguing. “Did you enjoy your stay in Atlanta, sir?” she asked as she took his coat and suit jacket.
“I did,” he said with a smile. “But it’s always nice to get back home and sleep in my own bed.”
It was an innocent enough statement, one she’d heard travelers say countless times during her stint as a flight attendant. But something about the way he said it conjured up images of the big man sprawled naked in a giant bed made of hand-hewn logs. Zoe gave herself a mental shake. What was wrong with her?
“If I may see your boarding pass, sir, I’ll show you to your seat.”
He handed her the document and her pulse spiked—he was sitting in her section. She glanced at his name—Colin Cannon—then handed back his boarding pass. “Mr. Cannon, right this way.”
Zoe felt his gaze on her back as he followed her, and was absurdly glad she’d taken pains with her appearance. She’d worn one of the sharper uniforms in her work wardrobe, a black skirt and a thin dove-gray wrap sweater, and had twisted her dark brown hair into a low knot on the nape of her neck. She chastised herself for caring what she looked like for this passenger—it wasn’t the behavior of a woman who was a month away from marrying the man of her dreams.
“Here you are, sir, seat 4A. My name is Zoe and I’ll be seeing to your needs during the first half of the flight.” Standing so close, she had to look straight up at the tall man. The proximity unnerved her and suddenly her small talk seemed laced with innuendo.
“Zoe—pretty name.” He was unbuttoning his shirtsleeves, rolling them up, revealing powerful arms that were tanned and covered with light-colored hair.
“Th-thank you. Would you like a cocktail before we take off?”
“A vodka on the rocks would be great, thanks.”
Zoe was relieved to step into the tiny galley to prepare the drink. To her dismay, her heart thudded against her breastbone and her face felt warm.
“Lucky dog,” Erica whispered in her ear. “You always get the hunks.”
“Trade me sections,” Zoe said earnestly.
Erica squinted. “Why?”
Zoe’s mind raced for an excuse. “Uh…I’m getting a vibe from Mr. 4A.”
Erica leaned backward to glance at the topic of conversation.
Zoe grabbed her friend’s arm. “Don’t look! He’ll know we’re talking about him.”
Erica grinned. “So? What kind of vibe are you talking about? He certainly doesn’t look like a perv.”
“No, he’s not a perv. He’s…um…”
“He’s hot.” Then Erica gasped. “Oh my goodness—you like him, don’t you?”
Zoe scoffed. “That’s crazy. I’m getting married in a month, remember?” Feeling out of sorts, she touched Erica’s arm. “Look, just do me this favor, okay?”
Erica shrugged. “Fine with me. But I warn you, the couple in 8A and B seem to be on the verge of a divorce.”
Zoe picked up the drink she’d poured. “Thanks. I’ll deliver this, then check in with your warring couple.”
Exhaling in relief, she walked back to Colin Cannon’s seat where his big body took up every inch of the generous space, his long legs extending to the bulkhead in front of him. The man was vast and unrestrained, like his mother country.
As he lifted his head, he raked his gaze over her legs and every inch of her until he made eye contact. At his appreciative stare, a vacuum seemed to develop around them—her ears popped as if the cabin was changing pressure. There was something about this man that spoke to her…confused her. With a mere glance, he made everything female deep inside her open and expand. Her breathing increased, her throat tightened. Swapping sections with Erica was definitely the right move, she decided. There was something…unmanageable here that she dared not explore.
Her hand shook slightly as she gave him the drink—with good reason. When his fingers brushed hers, a current of awareness shot up her arm. Strangely, a sense of déjà vu tickled her memory, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Nor did she want to.
“Mr. Cannon,” she said, “as it turns out, I won’t be taking care of this section after all.”
Disappointment flashed across his face. “Did I scare you off?”
Zoe swallowed. “It has nothing to do with you, sir.”
He looked as if he didn’t believe her, then lifted his glass. “Cheers, then.”
She nodded and walked away, troubled by the regret that plucked at her…as if she had turned her back on a life-changing encounter. Something wonderful…or something dangerous. When she stole a glance over her shoulder at the golden-haired Aussie, he was still looking at her with those intense green eyes.
Zoe turned back and manufactured a smile for the young professional couple that Erica had warned her about. Indeed, Jill and Jeremy Osbourne were shooting daggers at each other and trading barbs in tones that did not bode well for the long trip ahead of them. Worse, they seemed determined to draw Zoe into their squabble.
“What do you think about a woman who packs twenty-three pairs of designer shoes for a ten-day trip?” Jeremy Osbourne asked, his words wrapped in sarcasm.
“What do you think about a man who brings his laptop on his second honeymoon?” Jill Osbourne asked in a matching tone.
“Is this your first trip to Australia?” Zoe asked cheerfully.
“Yes,” they said in unison, both sounding miserable.
“I wanted to go to Hawaii,” the woman said, her voice accusing.
“I thought this would be an adventure,” her husband retorted.
“And you expect me to believe that this trip has nothing to do with the fact that your biggest client is in Sydney?” his wife shrieked.
“My job pays for your shoes!” he returned.
“Sydney is a romantic choice for your second honeymoon,” Zoe soothed.
“Are you married?” Jill Osbourne asked.
“In one month,” Zoe said with a smile.
“You still have time to reconsider,” the woman said pointedly.
“It’s certainly not all it’s cracked up to be,” her husband agreed with a shake of his newspaper.
The tension between the couple was palpable. They knew every button to push and continued to antagonize each other over a sumptuous meal of surf and turf. The rich red wine only seemed to fuel their long-running argument. Zoe bit her tongue and wondered why they bothered staying married if they provoked each other so bitterly. If she and Kevin ever argued like that…
She shook her head. She and Kevin would never end up like that. Would they?
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