Page 2 of SEAL's Spitfire
“Sure am. Let’s see if we can blow this gin joint tonight, shall we?” He was funny on top of being drop-dead sexy. Too bad she hadn’t met him in D.C. Then there was a chance she’d see him again. Still, the view was fine, oh so fine. Wait until she told Lizzie. Now that will be a fun conversation.
As he stood and grabbed his bag, she had to tilt her head all the way back. He was a freakin’ giant. “Wow, you’re tall.” Brilliant, Meghan. The epitome of sophistication.Wow, you’re tall?WTH was that?
“You think?” He answered with a wide grin. The corners of his eyes even crinkled up. Oh yeah, great impression. She stood and grabbed the handle of her roller bag. The exact opposite of the gorgeous giant, she barely passed the five-foot mark on her tiptoes. She expected after her stellar exclamation that he’d get her back with something.
“Wow. You’re short,” he said and laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. But it’s not a lie.”
“No, it’s not. You nailed it, big guy.”
“Heh. Big guy? We never did get around to exchanging names. Did we?”
“Nope. Not yet.” She wanted him to go first. To see if he’d tell her his real name. Not that she’d know for sure, but she’d have a good idea. Just because he was the walking embodiment of a GQ cover and in the military didn’t mean he wasn’t a psycho. A girl can’t be too careful.
“I’m Rafe, it’s very nice to meet you,” he said as he reached for her hand.
“Meghan. It’s nice to meet you too.” After hesitating for a moment, she placed her hand in his. She felt so tiny as his hand completely engulfed hers. It was warm and dry. Oh, so warm. And she let him hold on to her for too long.
The color raced back into her cheeks as embarrassment made her cringe inside. She was making a fool of herself in front of a complete stranger. Needing to put some space between them, she grabbed her bag and joined the line. She had to be losing her mind. Never in all of her thirty-two years had she reacted to someone as soon as she’d met them. Lunacy. Pure lunacy.
The line wrapped around the waiting area like a snake. There had to be twenty people in front of them. The queue moved slower than a snail on a turtle. It was going to be a long night. Several of the other passengers were trying to call reservations while they were waiting in line, but she didn’t see the point. This was the only available flight to Atlanta that evening. Calling and harassing some person on the other end of the phone wouldn’t help anything. A rental car might have been an option if she wasn’t so tired.
“I think we’re going to be here for a while.” Yup his voice was definitely like whiskey as it slid down her throat leaving a trail of heat. Turning to face him, she hoped he’d say something else. It was crazy how attracted to him she was after they just met.
“I agree,” she responded. “But like you said, we don’t have many options.” As she finished her sentence her stomach growled. Ugh. She was batting a thousand, if she could find a way to embarrass herself, she’d get ‘er done.
“I’m hungry. How about we grab something to eat after we get our tickets squared away.”
She could have kissed him for not saying anything about her tummy sounds. He was earning brownie points left and right. Dinner? With him? Hell yeah, she’d like it. “That’s a great idea.”
* * *
Stuck in an airporton a Friday night was not his idea of fun. But it was a hell of a lot better than where he’d been last weekend. The mission had sucked donkey balls, it had been iffy in the middle, but they’d pulled it off and all made it back home tonottalk about it. It’s all that mattered.
Meeting little Miss Meghan, a tiny bombshell wrapped in spitfire changed everything. And when she answered him in her soft southern drawl he was smitten. Languages were his specialty. He spoke ten fluently and figuring out different dialects and accents was a game. It was also a huge advantage on missions, and he’d already known where home was before she’d said Atlanta. Moving to D.C. must have been recent since there was no trace of it yet.
Not telling him her life story right away told him she was smart, or at least careful. He had a feeling if he hadn’t told her his name first, she wouldn’t have told him hers. It wasn’t enough. She intrigued him and he wanted to know her story, and he’d make it his mission while stuck in the airport to find out. It would make passing the time so much more fun.
“How long does it take to book a new ticket?” The grumbling from other passengers was getting louder the longer it took to figure out what was going on. They still had four passengers in front of them and they’d been on the line for over twenty minutes. It was a tedious process.
“The crowd is getting restless. Be prepared to take cover if food starts flying,” Meghan said in a loud whisper. The woman in front of her turned around and gave her a dirty look, and Rafe lost it. She was too funny.
“What?” she asked as she heard his laughter.
“You are funny.” He wasn’t sure how she’d take it and braced himself for a clever retort, but instead, she shrugged her shoulders and winked while flashing him a devilish smile. She was amazing. Hopefully, she’d give him her number before he lost track of her. Although who knew when he’d be able to get up to DC to see her again.
“Have you been in many food fights?”
“Hell, yeah. Hasn’t everyone?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Hmm. They were common occurrences in our house. My baby brother would start them. He was the bad one.”
“It sure sounds like it.”
“Yeah, that’s why it’s even funnier that he grew up to be a missionary.”
“Seriously?”
