He should have called.
No, this way he would know it had really been her choice, with no pressure. And if he’d called, he might have said too much. He might have scared her away. He knew how she was about commitment. He knew that she didn’t want to get close to anyone.
He was a patient man. He didn’t need to tell her he loved her. He only needed to be near her. For now, anyway, that would have been enough. But he hadn’t really considered how it would be if she didn’t come. He hadn’t been prepared for the disappointment and pain.
Restless, he called Beau, promising to call again when he landed in England. As he disconnected, he saw her.
His heart began to hammer. His palms began to sweat.
He could see her hurrying along, eyes scanning the mass of people. Her hair was different. Then he realized it was just cut evenly.
She was every bit as beautiful as he remembered. Every bit as exotic, wearing her red lipstick, dangling earrings, and a straight black wraparound skirt that stopped just above her rose tattoo.
Finally her eyes connected with his. Her face lit up. She waved.
He couldn’t move. He shoved his hand deep into the front pocket of his pants so she wouldn’t see how it trembled.
Cleo gave Daniel a huge wave. He didn’t wave back. He didn’t come to greet her, to meet her halfway. And when she caught up to him, he didn’t look surprised or even glad to see her. He just stood there, one hand shoved deep into the front pocket of his jeans, the other gripping a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked a little thinner, his hair a little longer, his eyes a little bluer.
“My plane was delayed,” she said breathlessly. “I was afraid I was going to miss the connection.”
“Our flight’s boarding.” He began moving in the direction of their gate.
What was going on? This was so strange. Or had she let herself read something into his offer that wasn’t there? The dream-had the dream caused her to think there was more to their relationship? Wasn’t he just acting like someone who was waiting for an associate?
“How’s your arm?” she asked.
“Almost a hundred percent.”
“That’s good.” Small talk. The talk of strangers.
They got in line to board. “I don’t know if I’m the one for this job,” she said. “I couldn’t even find the key, remember? Why did you ask me? Why not get somebody who’s already in Scotland?”
“I wanted you.” He dropped his duffle bag to the floor, opened it, and began digging around.
Cleo caught sight of a black plastic box. “Is that the fog machine?”
Daniel extracted his boarding pass, rezipped the bag, and straightened. “Yeah.”
“You’re bringing the fog machine to Scotland?” she asked as an airline employee scanned their tickets.
“Security was touch and go. They did a swab test and confiscated the liquid.”
“Is that why you asked me along?” Now they were walking side by side down the ramp. “For sex?” Since he hadn’t seemed in the least happy to see her, it was the only conclusion she could draw.
They stepped into the jet. “Middle section,” the flight attendant said.
“Among other things.” Daniel moved down the aisle, the duffel bag in front of him.
“I didn’t come along for your amusement,” she said.
“Why did you come, Cleo?”
She’d come because she loved him, but she’d be damned if she’d tell him that now. She tried to think of a scathing reply, but she was too hurt. Her brain was too numb.
Their seats weren’t together. Thank God, Cleo thought, squeezing in between an elderly woman and a businessman. But Daniel’s seat was directly behind hers.
She should get off the plane. She should just get off the plane and go-where? Where would she go? She had no home. She thought for a moment and decided she would go to San Francisco. Yes, she would find work somewhere, reading palms and tarot cards. She would tell people about all the wonderful things she saw in their future, while her own lay before her like an empty swimming pool.
She finally decided to stay on the plane and fly to Scotland. Once there, she didn’t have to stay with Daniel. It wasn’t as though she’d signed a contract.
Oh, shit, she thought as she realized she was crying. Damn. Damn him.
She wiped at her cheeks.
Something kicked in, and air in the cabin began to circulate. Her ears rang.
There was a lot of movement in the aisle. She looked up through blurry eyes to see Daniel taking the seat next to hers. Somehow he’d convinced the woman to trade.
Cleo stared straight ahead, as if she were taking in every word of the cabin crew’s safety instructions. Then the plane was taxiing, coming to a stop near the end of the runway to wait its turn.
She felt Daniel’s elbow prodding her arm. She looked down to see that he was handing her a napkin.
Did he know she was crying? Was that why he’d handed her the napkin? She was about to tuck it away when she noticed the ink scrawl. In strong, sharp, slanted handwriting was a question: Why did you come?
She stared at the question. Cleo wasn’t afraid of flying. She loved it. But she also knew how unfair life could be. She knew how quickly someone could be taken from you. She knew that the plane could crash and Daniel would never know how she felt about him.
She took the pen Daniel was holding out to her, and wrote beneath his question: Because I love you. She folded the napkin but didn’t pass it back.
At that moment the plane’s engines went to maximum power and the noise in the cabin increased. They began to roll.
A lot of people were afraid of takeoff, but for Cleo it was the best part. There was nothing so incredible as the moment the plane’s wheels lost contact with the ground and you became airborne.
As the plane shuddered along, picking up speed, she handed the napkin back to Daniel. She watched as he read it, watched as the disbelief in his face blossomed into joy, his expression telling her what words had not. Daniel Sinclair loved her.
There was no way to be heard above the roar of the plane.
He reached for her, grabbing her hand, threading his fingers through hers. She smiled at him and looked at his beautiful hair, his beautiful blond hair with its dark roots, his beautiful blond eyebrows, into his eyes, into his blue, blue eyes that were damp and shining, and thought, How did I ever find you?
He kissed her hand, kissed her knuckles, kissed her palm. And then she saw a to-hell-with-everybody expression cross his features. He boldly took her face in his hands and kissed her mouth with a kiss that was a mind-blowing combination of exquisite tenderness and passionate desire. And when he pulled away enough to look at her, he mouthed the words I love you.
At that very moment, the plane broke free from the bonds of earth, and they were suddenly gliding, soaring, unfettered, transcending.
About the Author
To learn more about Theresa Weir, please visit her homepage at www.annefrasier.com, or visit her blog http://monkeywithapen.blogspot.com/. Send an email to theresaweir@gmail.com.
