Out of the Dark by Geri Foster Read Free Book Online Page B

American’ glare, but Mac didn’t care what that ‘rod up the ass’ thought. “Keep the skies friendly,” he said.
    As they entered the terminal, customs awaited. Since he’d left all his weapons on the plane, Mac had nothing to claim. Em only had her laptop, briefcase and purse.
    When his turn came, Mac pulled out the papers Tony had prepared for him. Knowing Tony, those papers were good as gold. They’d stand up to any standards in any country.
    The noise in the busy terminal gave Mac a headache. As he glanced at the milling crowd, he wished for a deserted island somewhere in the tropics with nothing but coconut trees and soft waves lapping at the beach. And Em.
    A mixture of different cultures of food traveled up his nostrils and made his stomach growl. Once through security, they learned their plane would be departing three gates away. Thank God. Nothing he hated more than running through airports hoping to catch a flight. When they finished with customs, Em looked down at her clothing. “I need to make a stop at one of the stores and find something to wear.”
    Two corridors down was a small clothing store situated between a souvenir shop and a coffeehouse. Once inside, the only thing Mac picked up was a toothbrush and toothpaste kit. That’s all he needed.
    On the other hand , Emily picked up a change of clothes and they met at the cash register. Em pulled out her credit card and paid for the purchase. Who knew a woman could shop so fast? He’d expected to spend at least an hour waiting while Emily browsed for something to wear.
    Another surprise. The woman could make up her mind.
    In the men’s restroom, Mac splashed his face with water and gargled. He took out the toothbrush and cleaned his teeth. While he didn’t look better, he felt pretty good. Now he wanted to get back to Dallas and figure out this mess.
    Closing his eyes he thought back to him and Em making love. It had been amazing, but not something he would dare hang on to. As the company’s attorney, Mac knew she was off base. He’d have to let all that go. He knew better than to dream of a different life. That didn’t exist for guys like him.
    When he emerged from the men’s room, Em waited nearby. She’d purchased a clip to bunch up her hair and that disappointed him. He liked her curls down, but she didn’t look like she was in the mood to hear his opinion.
    Damn, his heart sped up with just looking at her. How could he get across the ocean without taking her again? In a flash, Mac thought of the hot sex they’d had earlier and wondered if she was, too. Her face looked like she’d spent all afternoon in the August Texas heat. Without speaking, he nodded his approval of her new outfit. A white pullover, a pair of tight, faded jeans and flip-flops.
    As Mac fell in beside her, she w aved two sheets of paper in front of him. “I have our boarding passes. We’ll be home before you know it.”
    “I’m ready for that.”
    Slyly, she glanced sideways at him. “You look a little better.”
    “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
    Em didn’t reply as they made their way toward their designated gate. In the boarding area she looked around. “There’s a restaurant.” She pointed to a small, franchised shop. “Let’s eat before we board. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
    “Sounds good. I could eat something.”
    The waiter led them to a table near the main walkway and took their drink order. From where they sat, they could see the plane parked outside that would take them to Dallas. With a little time to kill, they placed their food orde r and relaxed. Mac sipped a Heineken and Em had a small glass of white wine.
    Rolling his shoulder s, Mac leaned back in the leather chair. Their food came and the delicious aroma had Mac picking up his fork, ready to eat. His eating utensil inches from his lips he felt the hard barrel of a gun pressed against his side.
    One wrong move and he was a goner.

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