Page 3 of SEAL's Spitfire
“Oh yeah. We still laugh about it and remind him every chance we get.”
“And your parents didn’t object?”
“Nah. My dad would join in and my mom would just stand in the kitchen shaking her head. But she’d have the last laugh since we had to clean up the mess and the kitchen when we were done.”
“She sounds like a great mom.”
“She is,” Meghan said wistfully. The sadness in her voice triggered his protective instincts and he had to stop himself from pulling her into his arms for a hug. He doubted she’d have appreciated it. Hell, she’d probably have kicked him in the balls for being handsy.
“Do you have your boarding pass?” Finally, it was her turn, and his, with the second gate agent.
“Here you go. I’m supposed to connect to Denver.”
“Let me see what we’ve got available.” He looked over and Meghan was going through the same process and getting the same results. Nothing out tonight.
“The earliest open flight to Atlanta is at ten a.m. We won’t be able to get you on a connecting flight to Denver until four p.m. tomorrow afternoon.”
“That’s all you’ve got?”
“Yes, unless you want to stay on this flight with the hope that they can get it fixed.”
“If I do that what’s the first flight out of Atlanta to Denver?”
Listening to the clicking of the computer keys, he wondered if it would be better just to rent a car and drive to Atlanta. At this rate, he’d probably get there faster.
“You’re kidding, right? Nothing until noon tomorrow?”
Damn, the ten a.m. flight must have booked up while they were standing there. It was looking more and more like he’d just wait it out for this flight. He’d call his sister, she’d understand. He’d already had to postpone this trip three times because he’d gotten spun up.
The gate agent in front of him was waiting for an answer. The first flight to Denver in the morning was nine-thirty a.m. But if he didn’t get there he’d have to wait until four or even until Sunday. This was turning into quite the clusterfuck.
“I’ll take a chance on this flight but book me onto the first flight to Denver in the morning. I don’t want to take the chance it will sell out.”
“Of course. Here are your new boarding passes. We are sorry for the inconvenience.”
It was an inconvenience, but it wasn’t their fault any more than it was his. At least he had a spitfire to take to dinner and she was looking a bit hot under the collar at the moment.
“What did you settle on?”
She looked up at him, her greenish-blue eyes glittering with anger. “Ugh. I’m double booked right now. I decided to take a chance on this flight and booked the first one they had for tomorrow which was noon. It’s ridiculous. I know I’m going to spend the night sleeping in one of these chairs.”
“I’d say there is a better than a fifty-fifty chance of that. But you won’t be alone. I took the same option. I won’t get to Denver until either late tomorrow afternoon or Sunday morning though.”
“Damn. I’m sorry. I’m complaining, and I only have to get to Atlanta.”
“It’s okay. Really. You’d be surprised how often this happens.”
“I actually considered getting a rental car and driving to Atlanta. But it’s getting late and I was worried I’d be too tired.”
“I hear you there. I thought about it too. So, still up for some dinner?”
The last meal he’d had was coffee at seven a.m. if you could call that a meal. He’d skipped lunch to get his laundry done. They hadn’t gotten back until last night.
She looked up at him with a considering expression. It was his stomach that growled this time and she laughed. Whatever she’d been thinking resolved itself, and she gave him a huge smile.
“Definitely. It sounds like you could eat half a cow.”
“You know, I think I could.”
