“You’re right.”
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I teased, touching my fingers to my ear.
The flight attendant leaned in. “Can I get you a beverage?”
“White wine, please,” I said.
“Jack and Coke,” Thomas said.
She nodded and stepped toward the row behind us, asking the same.
“I said you’re right,” Thomas said begrudgingly.
“Are you nervous about seeing Camille tonight?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “The last time I saw her, she was in the hospital, pretty banged up.” He noticed my surprised expression and continued, “She and Trenton were driving just outside of Eakins when they were hit by a drunk driver.”
“I can’t decide if your family is really lucky or really accident-prone.”
“Both.”
The flight attendant brought our drinks, setting down napkins first and then our glasses. I took a sip of wine as Thomas watched. He paid special attention to my lips, and I wondered if he had the same jealous thoughts as I did when his lips would touch things other than my mouth.
Thomas broke his stare and looked down. “I’m happy for Trent. He deserves it.”
“And you don’t?”
He laughed nervously and then looked up at me. “I don’t want to talk about Camille.”
“Okay. It’s a long flight. Talk, nap, or read?”
The flight attendant returned with a notepad and pen. “Miss…Lindy?”
“Yes?”
She smiled, dozens of gray strands shooting out like lightning bolts from her French braid. “Would you like the grilled chicken with sweet chili sauce or our grilled salmon with lemon caper butter?”
“Uh…the chicken, please.”
“Mr. Maddox?”
“The chicken as well.”
She scribbled on her notebook. “Everyone okay with beverages?”
We both looked at our nearly full glasses and nodded.
The attendant smiled. “Fantastic.”
“Talk,” Thomas said, leaning toward me.
“What?”
He stifled a laugh. “You asked, talk, nap, or read. I choose talk.”
“Oh.” I smiled.
“But I don’t want to talk about Camille. I want to talk about you.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Why? I’m boring.”
“Have you ever broken a bone?” he asked.
“No.”
“Ever cried over a guy?”
“Nope.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“You…were my first.”
Thomas’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “What? But you were engaged…”
I giggled. “I’m just kidding. I was twenty. College. Not anything or anyone to speak of.”
“Illegal drugs?”
“No.”
“Ever drank enough that you passed out?”
“No.”
Thomas thought for approximately thirty seconds.
“I told you,” I said, a tad embarrassed, “I’m boring.”
Then, he asked his next question, “Have you ever slept with your boss?” He smirked.
I shrank into my seat. “Not on purpose.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
“It’s not funny. I was mortified.”
“Me, too, but not for the reason you think.”
“Because you were afraid of what Tarou or Benny would do to me if Grove found out why I was there?”
Thomas frowned. “Yes.” He swallowed hard and then looked down at my lips. “That night with you…it changed everything. I was going to give it a few days, so I wouldn’t look completely pathetic when I knocked on your door. I came to work that morning and immediately told Marks that he was coming with me to Cutter’s. I was hoping to run into you again.”
I smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, looking away again. “I’m still concerned. I’m going to have to keep a close eye on you.”
“Darn,” I teased.
Thomas didn’t seem happy about my response. “I’m not the one who keeps tabs on people, remember?”
“Sawyer?” I asked.
When Thomas affirmed my suspicion with a nod, I chuckled.
“It’s not funny,” he said, unamused.
“It’s a little funny. No one will tell me why they dislike him, except to say he’s a bastard or an asshole. Neither you nor Val will give me anything specific. He helped me unpack. He was at my condo all night and didn’t try to sleep with me. He’s got the sleazy barfly thing going on, but he’s harmless.”
“He’s not harmless. He’s married.”
My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“No, it sounded like you said Agent Sawyer is married.”
“He is.”
“What?”
Thomas was beyond annoyed, but I couldn’t wrap my head around what he was telling me.
He leaned closer. “To Val.”
“What?” My voice lowered an octave. Now, I knew he was messing with me.
“It’s true. They were like Romeo and Juliet at first, and then it turned out that Sawyer has a small issue with commitment. Val has sent him divorce papers several times. He keeps dragging it out. They’ve been separated for almost two years.”