She didn’t realize she was allergic to cigarette smoke until she took a job at the smoking lounge in the airport. Now, she spent all her time fixing drinks, wiping at her watering eyes, and cursing the tobacco companies. Well, that and staring out the glass window to the rest of the airport waiting for him to walk by.
Him.
The too-handsome-for-words pilot walked by several times a week on his way to one exotic destination after another. Cities like Bali, Tahiti, or … Phoenix. Places she could only dream of going. The ridiculously tanned, toned, and lean athlete who would probably never sacrifice his respiratory health by setting foot in an airport smoking lounge.
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