13. Tucker
Chapter Thirteen
TUCKER
I followed Skylar to the airport, telling myself it was no big deal that it felt like my body had been lit on fire simply by standing near her. This reaction would pass. It had to.
Of course, I also hadn’t forgotten that kiss and kept wondering what Skylar meant when she told me not to ruin it.
I ended up parking right beside her because it was the natural place to park. It was directly across from one of the hangars for Walker Adventures. Not to mention, there weren’t very many parking spots. I found myself waiting at the back of her car.
She climbed out, asking, “Has anyone noticed my cargo thing?”
I chuckled. “Nope. I told you nobody was going to notice. Honestly, by the time someone notices, they’ll think it was there all along.”
Skylar eyed me dubiously. “If it’s a problem, let me know.”
“It’s not going to be a problem.”
She nodded and took a swallow of coffee.
“What did you mean when you said don’t ruin this?” My question slipped out.
Her eyes went wide, and she sputtered on a swallow of coffee. She yanked a tissue out of her purse and wiped the coffee off her chin. “Why did you do that?” she demanded.
“I was just asking a question.”
“Your timing was really bad. Don’t ask awkward questions when someone just took a sip of something,” she muttered.
“Point taken.” I waited.
A few beats ticked by, and she replied, “Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Forget the kiss. Forget what I said.” Her words rushed out.
Before I had a chance to say anything else, she turned and actually ran across the parking lot, disappearing a moment later through the door into the building where she worked.
Even though I wanted to follow her, I didn’t. I knew Ludie and Dan would be there. There was nowhere to ask her that question privately. Considering her response, I suppose I’d have to take it for what it was.
My day was busy, which was a good thing. It kept my mind occupied. Except twice, Skylar’s throaty, melodic voice came through the radio. The sound slid like lava through my veins. There was no way I was going to forget that kiss.
I pondered Daphne’s comments the other day and wondered.