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flirting and figure out your New Year’s Eve hookup that’d be really swell because there’s a bunch of us that would like to check in for our flight.”
What the hell?
I spun on my platforms and came eye-to-eye with the tilted rim of a cowboy hat. “Excuse me?” I said in a tone that made the man’s cheeks redden.
“It wasn’t me,” he said, his hands held up in surrender. “It’s been a long travel day and my buddy—” He cocked his silverbelly hat toward the cowboy beside him. Though the brim of the other man’s hat was pulled down low on his face, he was clearly staring at me.
Jerk.
I looked back at the one who wasn’t giving me the stink-eye.
“—my buddy hasn’t eaten and sometimes he speaks out of hunger.”
A throaty, hearty laugh escaped my lips.
The cowboy smiled and a dimple appeared along with a flash of his perfectly straight teeth.
Who are you?
“That’s okay,” Rachel said. “Lucy speaks out of hangry all the time.”
I swatted her with my boarding pass. “You’re already getting me in trouble with these travelers.”
The cowboy in the silver hat looked directly at me. His hazel eyes were deeply inset and alarmingly brilliant against his smooth cheeks that no longer burned from embarrassment. “No one’s in trouble, and I apologize for my buddy’s rude comment.”
“Don’t apologize for me.” The other cowboy looked up from beneath his black lid. His brooding brown eyes were mesmerizing and so were his dark features. “If these
ladies
stopped their jib-jab, we wouldn’t be stuck in this concrete jungle. We’d be on our way back to Wyoming.”
Wyoming?
I didn’t have to glance at my bestie to know she was thinking the exact same thing I was.
“Ben, knock it off,” the kinder cowboy said.
Ben lifted his black lid in a mock gesture. “Sorry, ma’am, for my lack of hospitality.” His hair was as dark as his hat. With its thick waves sculpted against his head and the shadow of a beard inching across his face, he had a yummy Jon Hamm feel to him.
Unfortunately, once he opened his mouth, I lost my appetite.
“Scott, will that do for an apology?” He placed his black hat back on his head and looked at his friend. “Or do you want me to carry their bags, too?”
Scott grinned and I could tell it was despite his better judgment. Rachel often caused the same reaction from me.
“Ladies, our apologies.” Scott directed his apology toward me.
He didn’t even seem to notice Rachel.
That never happens.
“We just want to get to the boarding area, grab a burger and a brew before take-off,” he said.
“Well, then, I’ll speed up the process,” I said with a playful grin. “There’s only one hamburger worth having at John Wayne airport and no one should miss their last chance at an In-N-Out burger.” I slid the leather straps off my shoulder and carefully placed my culinary tool kit on the luggage scale.
“You’re underweight!” Mike announced loudly, redirecting our focus back to him and my checked bag.
Startled, I glanced at Rachel. “Well, that’s a first,” I said in a giggle under my breath. “I just got these jeans and I graduated to the curvy fit.”
She whispered in my ear. “Something tells me there’s going to be a lot of firsts for you in Wyoming.” She raised her eyebrows toward the cowboys.
“Oh, right,” I said as I checked the rest of my luggage. “And I’m sure they’re all going to start at midnight, too.”
We turned to leave when Scott tilted his silver hat toward us. “Thanks for the tip about the burger. Have a good night, ladies.”
I muttered an “Uh-huh” as my heartbeat quickened.
Wyoming, here I come.
“Oh, yeah,” Rachel said as we walked away. “What better way to ring in the New Year than with a new guy in a new town?”
I shook my head.
“The only question is,” she said as we approached the security checkpoint. “Which cowboy are you going to kiss at midnight?”
* * *
My cheeks hurt from
What the hell?
I spun on my platforms and came eye-to-eye with the tilted rim of a cowboy hat. “Excuse me?” I said in a tone that made the man’s cheeks redden.
“It wasn’t me,” he said, his hands held up in surrender. “It’s been a long travel day and my buddy—” He cocked his silverbelly hat toward the cowboy beside him. Though the brim of the other man’s hat was pulled down low on his face, he was clearly staring at me.
Jerk.
I looked back at the one who wasn’t giving me the stink-eye.
“—my buddy hasn’t eaten and sometimes he speaks out of hunger.”
A throaty, hearty laugh escaped my lips.
The cowboy smiled and a dimple appeared along with a flash of his perfectly straight teeth.
Who are you?
“That’s okay,” Rachel said. “Lucy speaks out of hangry all the time.”
I swatted her with my boarding pass. “You’re already getting me in trouble with these travelers.”
The cowboy in the silver hat looked directly at me. His hazel eyes were deeply inset and alarmingly brilliant against his smooth cheeks that no longer burned from embarrassment. “No one’s in trouble, and I apologize for my buddy’s rude comment.”
“Don’t apologize for me.” The other cowboy looked up from beneath his black lid. His brooding brown eyes were mesmerizing and so were his dark features. “If these
ladies
stopped their jib-jab, we wouldn’t be stuck in this concrete jungle. We’d be on our way back to Wyoming.”
Wyoming?
I didn’t have to glance at my bestie to know she was thinking the exact same thing I was.
“Ben, knock it off,” the kinder cowboy said.
Ben lifted his black lid in a mock gesture. “Sorry, ma’am, for my lack of hospitality.” His hair was as dark as his hat. With its thick waves sculpted against his head and the shadow of a beard inching across his face, he had a yummy Jon Hamm feel to him.
Unfortunately, once he opened his mouth, I lost my appetite.
“Scott, will that do for an apology?” He placed his black hat back on his head and looked at his friend. “Or do you want me to carry their bags, too?”
Scott grinned and I could tell it was despite his better judgment. Rachel often caused the same reaction from me.
“Ladies, our apologies.” Scott directed his apology toward me.
He didn’t even seem to notice Rachel.
That never happens.
“We just want to get to the boarding area, grab a burger and a brew before take-off,” he said.
“Well, then, I’ll speed up the process,” I said with a playful grin. “There’s only one hamburger worth having at John Wayne airport and no one should miss their last chance at an In-N-Out burger.” I slid the leather straps off my shoulder and carefully placed my culinary tool kit on the luggage scale.
“You’re underweight!” Mike announced loudly, redirecting our focus back to him and my checked bag.
Startled, I glanced at Rachel. “Well, that’s a first,” I said in a giggle under my breath. “I just got these jeans and I graduated to the curvy fit.”
She whispered in my ear. “Something tells me there’s going to be a lot of firsts for you in Wyoming.” She raised her eyebrows toward the cowboys.
“Oh, right,” I said as I checked the rest of my luggage. “And I’m sure they’re all going to start at midnight, too.”
We turned to leave when Scott tilted his silver hat toward us. “Thanks for the tip about the burger. Have a good night, ladies.”
I muttered an “Uh-huh” as my heartbeat quickened.
Wyoming, here I come.
“Oh, yeah,” Rachel said as we walked away. “What better way to ring in the New Year than with a new guy in a new town?”
I shook my head.
“The only question is,” she said as we approached the security checkpoint. “Which cowboy are you going to kiss at midnight?”
* * *
My cheeks hurt from
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