Nate relaxed and checked out the woman clutching the armrest between them. “It’s all good,” he said. “We’re on the ground now.” He turned on his cell, reading the text messages, and then posted on Facebook that he’d made it to the airport in Kansas City, Missouri. His business partners would know he’d arrived. The minute the seatbelt sign flashed off, he unbuckled, grabbed his suitcase from the overhead and picked up his laptop case. Considering how much he traveled, he packed light so he didn’t have to visit baggage claim. Some clients of his firm were looking to expand business ventures in the area, so Nate was scouting ahead of time. Although he had a few meetings set up, there’d be a fair amount of free time in the two days, giving him an chance to get a feel for the area. Outside, the air clung to his skin, dense, unlike the dryer climate he was used to in Southern California. He was thankful for the lightweight, short-sleeved shirt, but the way his jeans clung to his thighs was annoying.
