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blast. Thanks very
much.”
    He stared at my palm with wide eyes. “What? That’s
it? You’re just going to disappear?” He stepped into my personal bubble. “Tell
me you didn’t feel the heat between us when dancing?”
    I dropped my gaze, fiddling with my bag. This was
awkward. What was I supposed to say? Yes, I want to be ravished by you? Hardly
appropriate when I’d known him for a few measly hours. I steeled myself and
looked up. “There was a spark.”
    His eyes glowed and he opened his mouth to speak,
but I held up my hand. “But, that’s to be expected when two people dance well
together. All that bumping and grinding. It’s hard not to be attracted.”
    He frowned. “I agree there’s always a residue of
attraction conjured from dancing, but I know I’ve never been so interested in
getting to know a woman before. You’re obviously kind for taking pity on me and
moving my seat on the flight, you dance wickedly hot…and, you remind me of
someone I used to know.”
    His admission made my throat dry to a husk; I
swallowed in shock. Every part of my body tightened. Dammit. Now what should I
say?
    “I really have to go,” I blurted, backing away from
him. Great, very smooth.
    He followed, eyes darkening. “At least let me walk
you back to your hotel. How far away is it?”
    “No, it’s okay. I can find a taxi. No big deal. I’m
sure you’ve gotta be somewhere, too.” I needed to get away from him. My fragile
grip on my self-control quickly frayed, and if he sprouted sonnets about lust
and heat again, I might not be accountable for my actions.
    Nikolai stopped following, saying, “No, I don’t have
anywhere I need to be. I’m here on an overnight, like you.”
    I stopped; my eyes popped wide. “Really? What do you
do?” It occurred to me it was strange having this conversation after our bodies
had been all over each other. The entire evening had been a bit backward. First
flames of passion, then the awkward ‘getting to know you’ conversation.
    “I’m an engineer. I flew here to work on a 747-400
that has issues with the electronics.”
    I cocked my head, reassessing him. He had brains,
was a hell of a dancer, and I guessed was mid to late twenties. “Where are you
from?”
    His gaze softened. “I’m Russian-American, but I
moved to Middle Earth when I was younger. Mainly to study.”
    “To New Zealand?” The incredibility in my voice was
loud. “ Why would you move to New Zealand? Surely a large country like
America has better universities for that sort of thing?”
    He shook his head, running a hand through his sweaty
brown hair. “Not for gliding. The township of Omarama, New Zealand, holds the
Guinness world record for the best wind thermals for gliding. That’s where I’ve
been learning my PPL.” He smiled. “That’s a Private—”
    I interrupted. “I know what a PPL is. I have one
myself.” I wanted to slap a hand over my mouth. Why did I tell him that? It was
supposed to remain a secret. Instead, I blabbered about it like it wasn’t my
soul I bared for judgement.
    His mouth fell open. “Seriously? You dance and fly?
Where have you been all my life, you perfect woman?”
    He expected me to laugh. I could tell, but I wasn’t
laughing. The tendrils of interest in my own heart hammered a warning gong. I’d
been a flight attendant for one teeny-tiny day. I had no intention of getting
to know a man who might jeopardise my career by making me so infatuated I’d
quit and give up my dreams of being a pilot.
    I pulled my phone from my bag. “Oh, look at the
time. I really must be going.”
    I stormed away. Hoping I looked mad, rather than
flustered.
    “Call me!” Nikolai shouted.
    Ignoring him, I hopped into a taxi that pulled to
the curb with the most perfect timing in the world.

Chapter Five
     
    S leep shattered like
splintered glass. Where was I? What the hell was that noise?
    Comprehension dawned as the shrill ringing killed my
ear drums. I wrenched the phone off the