announced.
“That’s me,” Analeigh said, but made no effort to move out of Blake’s arms.
“Call me as soon as you land.”
“I will. Do you want to have dinner this weekend?”
“I’ll have to check my schedule and let you know.”
“Okay.”
“You’d better go get settled.”
She looked up at him. “I wish you were coming with me.”
“Me too.”
“I always wanted to become a member of the mile-high club.”
With another chuckle, he leaned forward and touched his nose to hers. “One day, I’ll help you punch that ticket.”
Her smile faded. “Come with me,” she pleaded.
He shook his head. “My plans have already been made. I can’t change them.”
Though she understood, she was also disappointed. When he leaned away, Blake stared into her eyes for a long time. Analeigh sensed he wanted to say more. She turned away slightly, but he cupped her cheek and tilted her face to his. The crowd around them had thinned. She had to hurry or she’d miss her plane. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him in a tight hug.
“Call me?” she asked.
“As soon as I can.”
Analeigh looked up at him. Blake kissed her quickly, then released her.
“Hurry,” he said. “They’re about to shut the doors.”
She picked up her bag and briskly walked to the tunnel just as the steel door was about to close. The flight attendant gave her a look, but quickly checked her in. Analeigh rushed down the metal plank to her awaiting plane. Luckily, her return seat was on the aisle and near her colleagues. Her cell phone buzzed as soon as she sat down. Despite a different flight attendant’s dirty look, Analeigh opened her screen. It was a text message from Blake. The picture message contained a graphic of a dozen roses along with the caption, “I’ll send you real ones soon.”
“Ma’am,” the flight attendant said. “Please turn off your phone. We’re taking off.”
With a sigh, Analeigh did as instructed, then, quickly fastened her seat belt. As the plane backed away from the terminal and lumbered toward the runway, she closed her eyes and let that picture be her happy place. When the jets revved for takeoff, she closed her eyes and remembered the night they had shared together. Letting the memory play in her mind as the plane soared into the air. She smiled, realizing that flying wasn’t so bad after all.
* * * * *
Blake stood by the departure window. With a heavy heart, he watched Analeigh’s plane rise into the gray sky and disappear behind a cloud. Last night was his test to see what he was feeling for Analeigh. What he felt was a sensation he hadn’t experienced since Sarah. His heart sank while he remembered his former fiancée. He briefly closed his eyes and turned from the window. As he walked down the hall to where his plane was to depart, his thoughts continued.
Sarah had also been a member of the agency. She was a beautiful, seductive killer of Asian descent with long black hair, olive skin, and haunting dark eyes. Blake was a rookie when they had first met and he’d been immediately smitten with her. They had worked side by side on missions for three years before he got the nerve to ask her out on a date. He was surprised when she accepted. Theirs was an easy two-year romance that they had tried, and failed, to hide from the others. After a mission in Norway, he had asked her to marry him and she accepted.
The engagement was short-lived. A few months later, she was killed while on a solo mission. He was told her target had been tipped off and had set a trap for her. Then a video had surfaced that documented the target’s torture and murder of Sarah. Her dismembered body was found weeks later in an Egyptian desert. The killer escaped. Blake’s heart still ached as he recalled that day more than three years ago. He’d made a pledge to never fall in love again. However, that motto was already being tested by Analeigh.
When he reached his departure gate, Brooklyn
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