Page 6 of Pirate

She patted her pocket to check for available flights—and paused when she remembered she was in her bridesmaid dress. Shit! Her eyes went wide as she realized she left her phone with her jeans, shirt, and jacket at the bridal shop.

Oops. At least she had her credit card and driver’s license on her. She’d just have to wait until she got to the airport to see what flights were available.

Sophia didn’t like carrying around a big, clunky purse. Once she’d discovered bras with a ‘wallet sleeve’, she’d been sold. Other than some of her fancier pieces of lingerie, all she wore were bras with pockets.

At least she owned the bridesmaid dress already. Sophia’s dress hadn’t needed any alterations, unlike Amanda’s and Zoe’s. The only reason she was in her dress was so Jasmine could see the four of them lined up together.

What had been an amazing moment between Jasmine and her bridesmaids had quickly turned sour as soon as the dress shop employee had held up the tablet so Jasmine’s mom could see. Bitch of a woman couldn’t even bother to come up and celebrate her daughter’s engagement with her because it would ruin her “plans”.

Sophia crossed her arms and glowered. Jasmine was the sweetest, smartest, and most awesome person Sophia knew. Howdareher mom try to ruin her wedding dress for her? So what if she wasn’t the size of a twig. Who cared? Jumpercertainly didn’t. It was one of the reasons Sophia approved of him so much for her bestie. Jumper couldn’t keep his hands off of Jazz, curves and all.

Sophia had even confessed once to Jasmine that she was jealous of Jazz’s curves, but she was pretty sure Jasmine thought she was joking. Sophia hadn’t been. She’d been dead serious. Jasmine haddefinitionto her body. Sophia’s was just…bleh. She had small boobs, no butt or hips, and an elfin sort of face.

As the cab pulled up to the drop off area at Pittsburgh International Airport, Sophia tapped her card against the screen on the backseat and gave the man a nice tip. He hadn’t gone above and beyond, but he did get her to the airport safely.

She probably should pull some cash while at the airport just in case. While it was hard to believe that some places didn’t take credit cards, she’d traveled enough to know it was true.

Walking through the large doors of the massive tan building, Sophia headed over to the ticket counter. The lines for the self-service kiosks were longer than going up to talk to a live person. Sophia didn’t mind people; she just minded assholes.

The line took about fifteen minutes, long enough for Sophia to regret not having her phone with her to at least play a game on or something. Maybe she should stop by a gift shop and pick up some things. It would depend on her flight’s timing if she was doing it before or after her departure.

Finally, she got up to the counter.

“Hi,” she greeted the PSA man behind the counter.

His name tag readKeith. “Hi,” he smiled back at her. “What can I help you with?”

Sophia only knew whereabouts she wanted to go, so it took Keith a minute to track down the nearest airport, route, and book her a rental car.

“First class,” she told him, handing over her black credit card and driver’s license.

“Just one ticket?” he verified. His expression clearly stated that he would love to be her plus-one.

Sophia opened her mouth to confirm the single ticket when another license was slapped down on the counter next to hers. “Two,” a deep voice corrected.

Sophia scowled and turned to glare at the man standing next to her. “Go back to your pirate ship,” she snapped, facing forward again. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I’ve been told the bride gets what the bride wants, and the bride wants me to go with you.”

Sophia grumbled under her breath. Jasminewouldsend Pirate with her. “Fine.”

Keith looked back and forth between the two of them. “Um, two tickets?” He looked more disappointed than concerned for the new arrival.

“Two tickets,” Sophia begrudgingly confirmed. She turned to Pirate. “Do not get in my way.”

He dropped his head down so his mouth was right next to her ear. “My only stipulation is that we don’t wind up in handcuffs.”

Sophia tried to hide the shudder that rolled down her spine at his close contact. “I make no guarantees,” she challenged.

Pirate’s grin was wide—and so fucking sexy, damn him. Like his brother, he had a ruggedness to him that was far too appealing.

After Keith rang them up and got them their tickets and rental car confirmation for when they landed, he pointed them in the direction of the security gate. As luck would have it, their flight left in under two hours.

Sophia thanked Keith and wished him a nice day. He did the same, though he still looked like he wanted to switch places with Pirate.

As they entered the line for the security check, Sophia handed Pirate his ticket stub and license. “I hate paperwork.”

“I was surprised to see you at the counter,” Pirate said as he slipped his license back into his wallet. “I almost missed you because I assumed you’d be halfway through security by the time I caught up to you.”

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