What was it about this petite woman that made him feel protective and aroused all at once? He had noticed her in the waiting area for the flight and purposely taken the seat next to her. For all the good that had done. He had immediately spied the disappointing presence of her wedding band. Figures. Of course someone like her is married. She had barely even noticed him before he caught her as she tripped on his bag. He had still been thrilled when he’d realized that she was his seatmate for the flight, not that he expected anything more than some conversation. He wasn’t the type to poach, but she looked like she was having a hard time of it, which had also sparked the caregiving side of him. With their proximity, he had had no choice but to eavesdrop on her phone calls, watching in empathy as she had passed along the bad news to her mother. He wasn’t sure who had died, but suspected it was her husband. He felt like the biggest asshole in the world for his earlier resentment of her married state.
