Lyric and Lingerie (The Fort Worth Wranglers Book 1) by Tracy Wolff, Katie Graykowski Read Free Book Online Page A

at the lavatory, then let that pipe dream go. Even if she could make it back through the cabin, there was no way in hell she was capable of spreading her legs wide enough to do more than pee all over herself. Which was so not going to happen. She’d already had her quota of humiliation for the day.
    After stretching as much as the duct tape monstrosity would let her, she turned her head and looked at Heath. He was sleeping, but even in repose he radiated a kind of charisma that was hard to overlook. It was the same charisma that had captured her attention on the playground all those years ago. The same charisma that had made her love him, had made her give herself to him, when he’d never thought of her as anything more than a friend.
    He moved a little in his sleep, banging his hurt knee against the seat in front of him as he did. He moaned, the faint grooves by the side of his mouth—made by his perennial smiling—turning down a little as he grimaced in obvious pain. For the first time, she wondered just how badly he was injured. Heath was tough—West Texas cowboy tough—so for him to let that much pain leak through, even asleep, it had to be pretty horrible.
    He shifted again, and another flash of pain crossed his face. Absently, she reached up and brushed a soft hand down the side of his face in an effort to comfort him. He turned toward her at the contact, his cheek settling perfectly into her slightly cupped palm. She started to jerk away—shocked by the casual intimacy of both her gesture and his own—but doing so would wake him up and that seemed churlish, especially considering the comfort he had brought to her earlier.
    If she was honest with herself—and she usually was, though at the moment she was having second and third and fourth thoughts about doing so—she’d have to admit that the reason she’d slept so well was because Heath was beside her. It seemed crazy, considering everything that had passed between them, but it was the truth nonetheless. Her mind had been going a million miles a minute, even after the vodka, but Heath’s proximity—not to mention his abysmal Kermit the Frog impression—had her relaxing despite herself. The way he’d talked to her, listened to her, reminded her of the way things used to be between them, back before she’d gone and messed it all up by falling for a guy who was in love with her sister.
    Old tears sprang to her eyes, mingled with the new ones already there. Dashing them away with her free hand, she turned toward the aisle just as Tre came down it and stopped in front of her.
    “Wonder Woman awakens.” He extended a warm, damp washrag toward her in a pair of tongs. “I thought you might like to freshen up before we land.”
    “I would. Thanks.”
    He winked at her. “Can’t have Wonder Woman smelling like the Hulk, now can we? The ripped clothes and green cast to your skin are bad enough, don’t you think?”
    The barb didn’t sting the way it would have only a few hours before. In fact, she found herself smiling at Tre as she handed back her washcloth. She was going to miss him. Sure, he might be the flight attendant equivalent of the Marquis de Sade, but he’d been good to her throughout the trip, making sure she had everything he could possibly provide. Not to mention the fact that she would have been completely up the creek without his quick thinking and fashion know-how. No future flight attendant would be able to compete.
    “Oh, wow. Let me get that drool—it was a long nap.” With a wicked smile, he pulled a white napkin out of his vest pocket and dabbed at the corner of her lip. She was just grateful he hadn’t licked it before he swiped. Tre had the mama hen routine down. If the mama hen was just a touch rabid …
    Above her head, the fasten seat belt sign blinked on, followed by an announcement from the captain asking them to stay seated for the short remainder of the flight. A major storm system was affecting the Dallas–Fort Worth