Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
God, he had some great skin. Like the deepest tan I’d ever accomplish at the end of a summer spent in a coastal beach town.
If I had to compare him to a person, I’d say think ‘Witcher’ but with dark hair.
He. Was. Beautiful.
And God, we’d make some gorgeous kids.
He wasn’t just beautiful, though. He was muscular. Boy, was he muscular. I bet I couldn’t pinch a single ounce of fat off of him anywhere.
“The line’s moving,” the man pointed out.
I turned around, rather reluctantly, and moved with the line.
It was no less than four feet.
Which I supposed I’d call a success at this point.
My flight was in an hour, too.
And it wasn’t looking good.
Though, I wasn’t as nervous as I could be.
Had I been going on vacation, or somewhere super fun, I’d be excited and nervous, worried I wouldn’t make it.
But I was heading to Nebraska for a stint at a hospital in a small town named Hazard. And it was for a two-month flight nurse job as a company tried to fight a strike with its actual employees.
I was set to start tomorrow… but it wasn’t like me missing a flight was my fault.
“Fuckin’ A,” he grumbled behind me.
I snorted. “You’ll make it. I’m going to Nebraska for a job, and they won’t make me miss something as boring as that.”
“Nebraska?” he asked. “Are you on the flight AA34?”
I looked at him over my shoulder and, yup, there was still a definite shock to my system upon seeing him looking into my eyes. “Yes, I am.”
“That’s me, too,” he said. “I also have to get up to the gate and get a seat assigned to me.”
“That’s no good,” I admitted. “But hopefully…”
“Anyone TSA Pre-Check, or military?” I heard called loudly.
Both me and the man behind me made a beeline for the man who was holding the tape open for us to come through.
Only ten people exited the line and headed toward the man holding the ribbon separating the lines open.
We got to him first, the sexy beast of a man allowing me to go ahead of him once we got there.
“Take off your shoes, belt and anything else that might make this scanner go off,” the TSA agent ordered.
I started taking off my shoes, even though I specifically went through that stupid pony show just so I wouldn’t have to, and tossed them in a bin. The next thing to go was my belt, followed by my watch and rings.
My heart always palpitated when I took those off, but luckily when I got through the scanner and to the end of the belt, all of my things were right there waiting for me, safe and sound.
I started putting my watch on while I looked up to see where the sexy man from behind me was.
My heart started to palpitate for an altogether different reason when I spotted him ripping his belt out of his belt loops and tossing it into the bucket along with everything else he had on him that might set the scanner off.
When he walked through the scanner and raised his hands above his head to stand while it did the roundabout thing, my heart literally lurched at the sight of his deep V that disappeared into his low-slung jeans.
To say that the man was ripped would be an understatement.
The man was… God, he was something else.
I’d only ever seen men like him on the front of my romance book covers.
After the sweep, the agent gave him the all-clear, and then The Dark Witcher headed my way.
“That was nice,” he grumbled darkly, looking relieved and irritated all at once.
The man obviously had zero problem showing his emotions.
“Military?” I asked him, guessing the reason he was able to come through the line.
I surreptitiously watched as he got dressed, shoving his massive feet into brown work boots that looked like they’d been worn a thousand times before.
“Marine,” he answered gruffly. “I’m in the reserves.”
Swoon.
“Oh, that’s cool,” I said a little bit too jubilantly. “I have three brothers who were in the Marines. Two in the Navy, and two in the Air Force. I have one sister who’s currently in the Air Force right now.”
Why did I just give him my entire life story?
“That’s a lot of family,” he mused. “I have six sisters, and thought that was a lot.”
Six sisters. I didn’t know which was worse. Seven brothers was pretty tough, though.
“I have you beat by two,” I agreed as he finally finished sliding his belt through his pants, which inevitably gave me a better view of his abs because he was holding his shirt up with his chin.
The shirt dropped, and the angels wept.
Literally.
A big boom of thunder hit the building, and then the lights flickered.
“Was it supposed to rain?” I wondered aloud.
“Didn’t look at the weather, and usually don’t,” he admitted.