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stood and watched Micah stroll down the steps toward the waiting car. He looked good in a chambray shirt that showed the width of his broad shoulders and jeans that hugged his masculine thighs, making her appreciate what a fine specimen of a man he was.
    He worked out regularly and it showed. No matter from what angle you saw him—front, back or side—one looked just as good as the other. And from the side-glances of several women who were climbing the steps and passing by him as he moved down, she was reminded again that she wasn’t the only one who appreciated that fact.
    Oh, why did he have to call her Kal? It was the nickname he’d given her during their affair. No one else called her that. Her father detested nicknames and always referred to her by her first and middle name. To her dad she was Kalina Marie.
    She tried not to show any emotion as she watched a woman get out of the car, smiling brightly while moving toward Micah. She was almost in his face by the time his foot touched the last step, and he gave the woman a huge hug and a warm smile as if he was happy to see her, as well.
    No wonder he’s so quick to write you off , she thought in exasperated disgust, hating that seeing Micah with another woman bothered her. He’s already involved with someone else. Well, what did you expect? It’s been two years. Just because you haven’t been in a serious relationship since then doesn’t mean he hasn’t. And besides, you’re the one who called things off. Accused him of being in league with your father …
    Kalina shook her head as the car, with Micah in it, pulled off. Why was she trying to rehash anything? She knew the truth, and no matter how strenuously Micah claimed otherwise, she believed her father. Yes, he was controlling, but he loved her. He had no reason to lie. He had confessed his part and had admitted to his involvement in Micah’s part, as well. So why couldn’t Micah just come clean and fess up? And why had she felt a bout of jealousy when he’d hugged that woman? Why did she care that the woman was jaw-droppingly beautiful, simply gorgeous with not a hair on her head out of place?
    Tightening her hand on her purse, Kalina walked down the steps toward the parking lot. She had to get a grip on more than her purse. She needed to be in complete control of her senses while dealing with Micah.
    * * *
    “Sorry to impose, but I think this is the only seat left on the plane,” Micah said as he slid into the empty seat next to Kalina.
    Her eyes had been closed as she waited for takeoff, but she immediately opened them, looking at him strangely before lifting up slightly to glance around, as if to make sure he was telling the truth.
    He smiled as be buckled his seat belt. “You need to stop doing that, you know.”
    She arched an eyebrow. “Doing what?”
    “Acting like everything coming out of my mouth is a lie.”
    She shrugged what he knew were beautiful shoulders. “Well, once you tell one lie, people have a tendency not to believe you in the future. Sort of like the boy who cried wolf.” She then closed her eyes again as if to dismiss him.
    He didn’t plan to let her response be the end of it. “What’s going to happen when you find out you’ve been wrong about me?”
    She opened her eyes and glanced over at him, looking as if the thought of her being wrong was not even a possibility. “Not that I think that will happen, but if it does then I’ll owe you an apology.”
    “And when it does happen I might just be reluctant to accept your apology.” He then leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, this time dismissing her and leaving her with something to chew on.
    The flight attendant prevented further conversation between them when she came on the intercom to provide flight rules and regulations. He kept his eyes closed. Kalina’s insistence that he would conspire with her father grated on a raw nerve each and every time she said it.
    Moments later, he felt the movement of the