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She frowned, still not drinking her scotch “I meant about Baker”

“My question still stands,” he said slowly

“Being left alone in airports”

“Ah” He sat across froling the glass frouess I’ you a letter I never wrote?”

She stared at him, and he could see the confusion written on her face “Yes At La Guardia”

“And why, exactly, were you at the airport?” he asked slowly

“You knohy”

“I don’t” He tightened his hold on his glass “But I assume you’re about to tell me?”

“No I’ “No e the fact that I don’t like you”

He almost pushed her for ry, ure out what had happened But he sensed pushing her about it wasn’t going to help—it would only make her hate him more

“Oh, you like me in the one way that lass tightened “I think that night in the hallway proved that”

“That proved nothing” She stared down at her glass “Other than the fact that I was desperate to cross an iteh to choose you, even”

He tensed, the sting of her words leaving a mark “And if not for that ite across from you in that room Never would have coh, or even a kiss?”

She bit down on her lip “You’ve offered me honesty, so I’ll do the same Yes, I would have seen you, and yes, I probably would have thought you were handsome But I never would have coo in that hallith you, without this list burning a metaphorical hole in my pocket”

“Why not?” he asked quickly, his pulse rocketing when she stared at hisjust how nice it had felt when they’d kissed He’d give anything to show her how good it had felt, all over again, right now