above. Whether it was the impact, or the resulting stars dancing in her head, or maybe the strangled sound Bryan made at the movement of Holly’s toes, Katie bit her tongue. “Ouch,” she muttered, just as Holly played twinkle toes with Bryan’s lap again.
Abruptly, he shoved back his chair and rose. He gathered his paperwork, and without another word, walked around the table.
Katie figured he’d sit right next to Holly, maybe for some more footsie action, but no such luck. He came around, passed Holly and sat…right next to Katie!
“Wow, he smells amazing,” Julie whispered in her ear.
Holly leaned across the table to Katie. “Switch spots with me, quick.”
Katie glanced at Bryan. He was looking a little ragged around the edges, and more than a little tense. A very unusual look for Mr. Casual.
“If you switch with her,” he said mildly, “I’ll tell Matt why you keep bringing up the mistletoe.”
Okay, switching was probably a bad idea.
She blinked at him, considering, thoughts racing, and Bryan just sent her a slow, sure smile, a smile that tugged at every erogenous zone she had.
What was the matter with her?
Thankfully, Mr. Riggs, president and director of Wells Aviation, walked into the room then and Katie had other, more critical things to stress over.
Such as why she spent the next hour sniffing as unobtrusively as she could, obsessing over the fact that Julie had been correct.
Bryan did indeed smell pretty darn amazing.
BRYAN COULDN’T GET OUT of that meeting fast enough, couldn’t get outside, in the fresh chilly air, soon enough to suit him.
With relief, he headed for his scheduled flight, loving every moment of the next few hours as he charmed his passengers, then flew high in the air, in sweet control.
All too soon he was back in the lobby.
So was Holly.
“What was that about back there?” he demanded in a quiet but dangerous voice most people had the good sense to answer.
She played her tongue over the very corner of her mouth in a way Bryan was sure rendered most males completely stupid. Fortunately he was only slightly less stupid than the average man. “Holly.”
She smiled. “You mean when I put my foot on your-”
“You know that’s what I mean.”
“I could tell you liked it.”
So she had talented toes. “I want to know why you’re using me, and who you’re trying to make jealous.”
“Well that’s flattering.”
“Don’t play games with me.”
“But games are so much fun.”
“I don’t get it,” he said, genuinely baffled. “Why don’t you just go straight after whoever he is? I’m sure he’d fall right at your feet as all men do.”
“
“But you don’t want me,” he pointed out, exasperated.
“Are you sure?”
This was why he kept women at arm’s length. But being the baby of a family with so many females, he’d been taught well. The last thing he needed was to let Holly-or any woman-get to him. Still annoyed, he looked through the glass windows and across the tarmac.
A figure walked behind the safety line toward hangar two.
Katie.
The most unusual thing happened. His heart stopped, then started again with a heavy beat. He found himself staring after her, which made no sense, no sense at all.
But there was something about her…
On impulse, he walked away from Holly without a backward glance and followed the flash of blue. He finally caught up with her in the long hallway between the mechanic’s hangar and the supply warehouse.
“Hey there,” he said.
She didn’t slow down, and he had to practically run to keep up with her. “Nice office meeting,” he said.
Oh, wasn’t he just the conversation master? Grimacing, he shook his head and tried again. “You look pretty today.” Which was true, though he wished she would trade in those conservative outfits for something better suited to her petite yet curvaceous frame.
“Holly looks prettier,” she noted, still walking at nearly the speed of light. “If you tell her so, she’ll probably be so flattered you’ll be able to grope her back this time.”
“What?” He stopped to gape at her, but all that accomplished was to allow her to outdistance him. Her hips and sweet rear end were really moving now. Running to catch back up, he grabbed her arm to slow her down and turned her to face him.
“I said, if you tell her so,” she repeated dutifully. “You might-”
“I heard that part!” He must have missed something here. Katie’s face, usually calm, flashed annoyance, anger, even embarrassment.
The lightbulb finally clicked on in his dimwitted brain. “Holly told you about what she did-”
“No, I
Yeah, he knew. “Don’t you see what’s happening?” He was disturbed that she really didn’t appear to. And even more disgusted that it mattered so much to him. Since when did he care what people thought?
But he cared what
“What do you mean?”
He hated this. It was like being back in high school, and he’d really hated high school. He’d thought to wait to tell Katie the truth about the Santa thing, both because it amused him to keep the secret and because he took few things seriously other than flying.
But oddly enough, he was taking this very seriously. “I know you’re trying to get Matt to discuss your Christmas party kiss, but there’s a good reason he won’t.”
“I know.” She grimaced. “It’s because I’m Christmas cursed. I never should have made that stupid Christmas wish.”
“You’re…Christmas cursed?”
“Let’s just say Santa seems to lose my address.”
“And the Christmas wish thing?”
“It’s no big deal.”
“Oh, I think it probably is.”
“Okay, fine, I made a stupid wish to…” She blushed. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Well, you’re a man…”
“Yes.” He had to smile. “That was too easy, try another question.”
She rolled her eyes. “Forget it, just forget it. It’s not important.”
Yes, it was, he could see that much. But so was this. “About that kiss, Katie-”
“I’d like to forget that, too.”
“Sorry, no can do.” He’d never forget it. “Matt can’t discuss this with you. He can’t, Katie, because
Her mouth worked.
