Chapter 127

I was seated at a small table that looked out over the runways, empty now, some waiting for departures, some for arrivals…

Abruptly I realized I was no longer alone, and I raised my gaze.

“You’ve got froth on your upper lip.” A blue-eyed brunet stood in front of me, holding a Starbucks cup with the name Hank scrawled on the side. He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, a brown leather jacket hanging casually over his arm.

“Thanks for letting me know.” I picked up a napkin I’d placed on the table and blotted my lip.

“I could do that for you.” His eyes were hot, predatory.

“Another time, perhaps?” My cock twitched.

“Sure. Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” Not a stranger. This was Mark; the blue of his contacts couldn’t disguise the expression I’d come to recognize.