I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I’d managed to drink an ice coffee before my flight from Newark, but that was all I could manage to keep down. Mindy was staying on an extra week with her mom, so I flew home alone. Never had I wished more than to have Mindy’s prattling tongue on the long flight to lighten my mood. He stood near the conveyer belt with my suitcase in hand. In jeans, charcoal T-shirt, black jacket and staggering good looks, he made my heart skitter faster. This was nothing new. Except the reason my heart threatened to beat right out of my chest now had more to do with the fact that I feared he could see the guilt written on my face, skyrocketing my anxiety. There was still the issue of confronting him about Thomas’s accusation—one I sensed rang with truth, whether I wanted to accept it or not. He homed in on me as I drew closer, like the predator he was. I tipped my chin a little higher as I always did when I was in deep shit, plastering on my air of bravado to pretend nothing could harm me.
