#Tuesday tidbit
I’ve been buried deep in Levi Lambert, the third pilot in my Heroes of Fortune Valley series. But today is Tuesday tidbit, and though the release of Breaking Emily’s Rules is just around the corner, why not share a sample from Airman to the Rescue, book two, which also happens to be up for pre-order.
Cover coming soon.
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She was going to stop being so angry at the world and its inhabitants. Stop being anti-social and learn to be friendlier. Fake it till you make it. Judge was a big part of the change, and he made the chit-chat easy. On the other hand, Gus reminded her that no matter what kind of magical fairy dust she wanted to sprinkle all over, there were still people like him to turn it into sparkly pollution.
She was a work in progress.
Judge opened his mouth, but the loud speaker squawked and Emily’s soft voice called out, “Chartered flight two-oh-three passengers, please come to the tarmac for boarding.”
“Guess you better go,” Sarah said.
Judge slapped his always-excessive tip on the counter and smiled. “Wonder if she’s flying me today?”
“That happened once.”
“A man can dream.” He picked up his briefcase and waved to Sarah.
It didn’t surprise her that Judge carried a little torch for Emily Parker soon-to-be-Mcallister. Most men crushed on Emily. And Sarah understood crushes. Unfortunately she understood them far too well. Crushes didn’t go anywhere because at heart they were nothing more than fantasies. Judge had to realize he didn’t stand a chance with Emily. But the fifty-something bald and sweet Judge probably loved a gratifying fantasy as much as the next person, and as long as the make-believe never converged with reality, it was usually a safe and predictable situation.
The door leading to the tarmac opened and the object of her personal fantasies strode in, as always seemingly unaware of how he made Sarah break out in a spontaneous sweat. Matt Conner, Stone’s Air Force buddy and best friend, carried himself with his usual air of confidence and easy male swagger as he made his way inside, aviator shades covering his chocolate brown eyes. He worked for Stone, one of a handful of pilots on staff. While Matt made his way to Magnum’s offices, where he occasionally taught a lesson or two, Sarah forced her gaze away and wiped the countertop. She hated this hyper-awareness of him every time he walked into a room. She’d swear if her eyes were blindfolded she would realize he had to be in the room by the absolute pull of her body in his direction.
Not for the first time and certainly not for the last, she forced herself to get with the program and stop daydreaming. She was here to fix a house, and fix her life if at all possible. Not to lust after a man, no matter how hunky.
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Airman to the Rescue, copyright 2017 Maria Buscher
Harlequin Enterprises
