Page 6 of One Wild Night
“Going somewhere?” It was Scott,again.
She turned to see him resting against the door frame. Abi wondered how long he’d beenthere.
“Can I help you withsomething?”
The corners of his sensual mouth lifted into a slow, easy smile. His eyes never leavinghers.
“You can, but I don’t know if you’ll want to.” He had the audacity to give her that lascivious, purely sexual look he used to. And the smile to go withit.
“I’m busy right now, and, no, I don’t think I can help you withanything.”
He laughed, a deep hearty masculine laugh that filled her. “Are you sure?” There was that lookagain.
“Yes, I’m quitesure.”
“How long’s it been,Abi?”
“Since what?” She narrowed her eyes athim.
“Since us. Sixyears?”
“I’m sorry, I can barely remember.” She lied, raising hereyebrows.
“It’s good to see you.” The cockiness in his smile echoed in his voice. He strode towards her and stopped pacesaway.
“And you.” She only said that out of politeness, but, truthfully, she supposed it was good to seehim.
“You look good.” He looked her up and down slowly, taking his time to admire her legs, her waist, and her breasts. An unexpected flicker of heat rushed over her, and she was annoyed at the unwelcomed blush that crept into hercheeks.
“I won’t tell you that you look good, too so that your head can get bigger.” She met his eyes boldly and straightened up to gather her composure. Scott had the ability to know when he’d made an effect on someone, and she didn’t want him thinking he could do that withher.
He answered her with a deep, hearty laugh that filled the space between them. “Still fiery,Babydoll.”
She wished he wouldn’t call her that. She’d been smitten with endearment when things were good with them. It was a happy time she wanted to forget because of how thingsended.
“You were talking to Margo -- where is she?” headded.
“Delayed.” She didn’t know what else she shouldsay.
He looked at her for a few seconds and straightened up. “Where are you flying to? Is Margo introuble?”
“Scott, everything is under control. Margo is delayed, and she will be with us tomorrow.” She answered turning away from him, deciding to ignore himagain.
Abi walked through to the other corridor, in order to avoid Gale, and dialed the number for the airport. She thought she’d book direct. An operator came on within seconds of herholding.
“Hi, there, I’d like to book a flight to Phoenix from San Francisco. I can’t seem to book online. Can I book through you?” Abiasked.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am. All flights are grounded across the state. There’s been a bomb scare and the police are investigating. We’re advising people to find other means of travel or wait until one we have the allclear.”
That was crazy and scary. “A bomb scare! You’rekidding.”
“No, I’m so sorry. All airports across California are practically closed. You’re welcome to call back and check later if you’d like, but your best bet is either finding other means of travel or booking a flight on anotherday.”
Shit. That meant flying wasout.
“Okay. Thank you.” Abi hung up and rested against the corridor wall, wondering what todo.
Her phone rang again. It was the same unrecognized number asbefore.
