Page 17 of The Kiss Keeper
“I don’t know. She looks a little…off-balance,” he answered.
“I’ll take off-balance any day of the week. The crazy ones are always great in the sack,” the man joked, but Jake didn’t laugh.
For once in his life, he had no interest in bedding a woman—crazy or otherwise. He had too much on his mind. He bid the agent goodbye, then got in line behind the twitchy lady.
“No, no, no, no! Not the curse!” she murmured, staring at her phone, confirming his initial assessment of her above-average level of craziness when she caught his eye.
She blinked back tears. “Could you do something for me, sir?”
Dammit! Why did the crazy ones always ask for help?
“What do you need help with?” he asked as unhelpfully as possible.
“I think my boyfriend just dumped me over text,” she blurted.
His brows knit together. “Youthinkyou just got dumped?”
She shook her head, then held out her phone with a string of texts illuminated on the screen.
This isn’t working for me. Have a good life.
“Jesus, that’s harsh,” he said. Even he wasn’t that big of a dick.
The woman swallowed back tears. “He’s here. I know he’s here because he did that check-in thing on his social media accounts to notify everyone that he’d landed at the Denver airport. I thought, maybe if I could see him, if we talked, he might change his mind. We’re supposed to go on a trip together today.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
She was back on her cell, scrolling through pictures now, then held up her phone. Instead of her text feed, an image of a man appeared on the screen.
“This is him. It’s the only picture I have. He doesn’t like his face splashed all over the internet. Can you look around and try to spot him?”
Active enough online to post his location but unable to take a pic with his girlfriend?
That wasn’t a good sign for this chick.
Not to mention that the Denver airport is the fifth busiest in the US. Finding one guy in the masses was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He was about to tell this to his crazy line lady when he glanced into the lobby and did a double take. The same SOB in the photo she’d shown him was right there, crossing the length of the area where the newly arrived passengers congregated.
He craned his head. “I think I see him.”
She gasped. “Where is he?”
“He’s behind you, but don’t turn around.”
“Why not?” she asked.
Jake flicked his gaze from the man to his crazy line lady, then back to the man. “Let me watch him for a second.”
“I’ll text him, and you can tell me what he does,” she added with a burst of energy.
He released an impatient sigh. What the hell was wrong with him? The last thing he needed was to get in the middle of a breakup, but when the crazy line lady pegged him with her emerald eyes, he couldn’t look away.
“Please! This is a big day, and I need him with me. I could really use your help,” she pleaded.
“Text him,” he grumbled.
Better to get this shit over with quickly.
Clicks peppered the air as the woman went to town, typing out a message.
