Right back into her same angry cave.
She wasn’t good enough.
Patty could still taste Mick on her tongue. Could still feel the pressure on her lips that had far exceeded how hard she was holding him. Now she felt trapped between the seatbelt, the central console that ran between the bucket seats, and Mick studying her through slightly narrowed eyes from just an arm’s length away. Far more trapped than when he’d been reaching across for her seatbelt and something had made her kiss him.
Oh God! How were they going to fly together? It was the best part of her life and she’d f****d it up. They’d be even closer together than they were right now every time they were airborne. How could—
“My thoughts were going somewhere else entirely.”
Yeah, like how fast could he get her transferred. She
