“I bet that Leopard Lady would gladly take you up on that.” I unclip my seatbelt and stand up. “Lemme just see if she wants to swit—”
Jack’s strong hands pull me down by the arms. “Whoa there. I’m just having fun with you. No need to jump straight for the big guns.”
I scrunch my nose and look at his arms, which are, to be honest, a perfect, muscular size. “I don’t see any big guns nearby.”
He throws his head back, laughing. “You fight dirty, Sheppard.”
The safety announcements start, ending our conversation, and I pull out my phone to text my younger sister, Tori.
Siena
Just about to take off
Tori
Did Jack ever come? Or did you have to call an Uber after all?
Siena
He came. Thirty-four minutes late.
And he stayed.
Tori
?
Siena
He’s sitting next to me right now
He changed his flight
Tori
Um, wow. Should I be worried?
Siena
About…?
Tori
You.
I scoff softly and glance at Jack. He’s got his head resting against the back of his seat, his eyes closed.
Why does everyone seem to think I can’t handle Jack Allred? He’s just your average annoying, over-confident, attractive, funny, surprisingly thoughtful—okay, I’m getting off track here. The point is, I’ve known plenty of guys like Jack. They’re the peacocks of men, with fancy feathers to draw in females and a pair of fast legs to carry them far away when the fun ends. I recently learned that peacocks can run ten miles per hour. Ten!
Siena
Your belief in me is inspiring, Tor.
Tori
Hey, you know what happened the last time you two were alone.
Siena