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to focus on the bigger problem. Heath would drive her. She nodded. Yes. Finding logical, workable solutions to problems was her area of expertise. It was what she’d built her whole professional reputation on—staying calm in a crisis, working the problem, coming up with the solution. The fact that she’d lost it so completely over something as simple as a delayed plane worried her a little. Almost as much as the fact that Heath—a man who threw footballs and signed women’s breasts for a living—was the one who had figured things out for her.
    It was her turn to take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. “I can drive myself,” she said, though it came out sounding more like a question. That damn Beyoncé was breaking through. If ya gotta go now … put a hold on it … If ya gotta go now … put a hold on it . Lyric tried to cross her legs, but her left leg did little more than smack against her right, making the pressure worse.
    “No, I’ll rent a car.” He massaged his injured knee. “We’ll go together.”
    “You don’t have to do that—”
    “Yes, I do.” His firm tone brooked no argument as the plane slid neatly into its slot at the gate. “I’ve been meaning to go out to my father’s ranch and make sure the house and barns are still standing anyway.”
    She inched this way and then that, trying to find a position to lessen nature’s call. Nothing worked. And Beyoncé kept at it.
    “Stop fidgeting. I’ll take care of everything.” Heath’s voice was so reassuring, she wanted to tell him the truth—that at the moment, Beyoncé Bladder outweighed paternal concern, but there was no delicate way to spill the beans.
    She twisted again. If ya gotta go now …
    Focus on Heath. To her knowledge, he hadn’t been back to San Angelo since he’d left for college. Not that she’d spent much time there either, but then, Fort Worth was a hell of a lot closer than Honolulu.
    “Why would you do that?” Not that she didn’t like the chivalrous Heath, but she’d spent lots of years hating him. It was hard to justify that level of loathing in the face of this nice guy.
    “Because you would do it for me.”
    “I’m not so sure about that.” Lyric locked her knees together and prayed the deplaning process was swift. She took another deep breath and tuned back into Heath. She couldn’t help going over how rude she’d been to him since she’d found him sitting next to her, and all the terrible thoughts she’d had about him through the years.
    The fasten seat belt sign blinked off, and in one motion she unbuckled and shot out of the seat. Her dress protested the abrupt movement, and another chorus of the Beyoncé Bladder song hit so hard Lyric’s knees almost buckled. Determined to stay upright, and dry, she pressed her knees together and stood very still.
    Heath stood up and nudged her gently into the aisle. “I am,” he said as he grabbed his overnight bag from the overhead compartment.
    He placed a soft hand on the small of her back and began guiding her up the aisle. She was shocked at how comforting it felt. And even more at how he didn’t lift that hand once, even after they’d made it off the airplane and down the gangplank into the terminal. If she didn’t have to pee so badly, she wouldn’t mind staying just like that for as long as he was willing.
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    The second they stepped into Austin Bergstrom Airport, Lyric took off in a knees-together, Gangnam-style trot. He didn’t know where in the hell she was going, but she sure was in a hurry.
    “Lyric?” Heath ran after her, his bad knee turning his own run into a shuffling gallop.
    “I gotta pee now …” she sing-songed and picked up the pace. “And I can’t put a hold on it.”
    “But how are you going to—” He watched her disappear into the women’s bathroom. “—get out of that dress?”
    It didn’t take long for him to figure out that she was going to be right back out. She might not have been thinking about the