Page 18 of The Kiss Keeper
She met his gaze. “Okay, I sent it.”
He watched as the boyfriend glanced at his phone, then pocketed it.
“I don’t know if he got it?”
“Oh, crap! A text just came in from my mom. Maybe that messed it up. Let me text her, and then I’ll send him another.”
She was back at it, texting like a tween on a sugar high.
“Okay, I responded to my mom, and I sent my boyfriend the second text,” she replied breathlessly.
He spied the boyfriend and…shit!
The guy wasn’t responding to the texts because he was with another woman. A damn attractive woman.
“Well, what’s happening?” she asked with those expectant eyes.
“He’s saying hello to some woman,” Jake answered, choosing his words carefully.
The crazy line lady nodded. “That’s all right. He travels a bunch for work. There’s a good chance he could run into a colleague at the airport.”
Jake observed as the boyfriend proceeded to not only lay a kiss on thiscolleaguebut grab a handful of her ass as they engaged in some major airport PDA.
He slid his gaze from the exhibitionists to his crazy line lady, surprised by how much it pained him to have to break the news to her. Why the hell should he care if she got dumped? She was no one to him.
He schooled his features. “I’m pretty sure he’s not your boyfriend anymore.”
“What?” she whispered in a wretched squeak, then spun around in time to see the boyfriend lift the other woman into his arms, press her back to a pillar and start dry-humping next to a sign directing passengers not to leave their baggage unattended.
She held her phone to her chest. “Oh my, God! I got dumped, and I lost my job on the same day.”
“And you’re holding up the line. Move it, sister!” called an angry voice from behind.
His crazy line lady stared up at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
He should ignore her. He should pop in his earbuds and pretend that he had to take a call. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t.
“Is that yours?” he asked, gesturing to a large bag slumped on the ground.
“Yeah,” she answered in a daze.
He picked up the heavy canvas tote and set it on top of his roller bag. “Come on. We need to move forward.”
She nodded and followed him like a sleepwalker.
What the hell was he supposed to say to this newly dumped and recently unemployed crazy lady now? He was probably the least qualified person in the entire airport to counsel someone on devastating life events. Thank Christ, she didn’t say much as they wove their way through the security line.
They handed their tickets to the TSA agent and were funneled into a screening line when she gripped his arm and pointed to a woman ahead of them.
“Why is that lady taking off her jacket?” she asked, panic lacing her words.
He glanced down at her. “TSA rules. Coats and bulky clothing can set off the scanner.”
She pulled the trench tighter around her chest. “I can’t take off this coat!”
“Why not?”
She waved him down. “I’m only wearing lingerie underneath it.”
