Tackling Love - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,46
reply as try to keep up with Daisy.
She takes me to a counter and picks up a phone.
“Okay, Mr. Anders, what’s her name, where’s she going, and what does she look like?”
“Skye Hadley. London. Blonde. Five foot five. Blues eyes. Beautiful.”
Daisy dials a number, putting the phone to her ear. “Hey, Lena, this is Daisy. Lena, there’s a passenger getting on a flight to London, Skye Hadley, can you flag her and have her come back out to the front of the terminal?” Daisy nods. “Just tell her there’s an issue with her luggage.” Daisy rolls her eyes. “Please, just do it.” Daisy hangs up the phone. “She should head back through the doors in arrivals. You best get going.”
“Thank you, Daisy.”
“You can thank me by making sure I don’t get in trouble for this.”
“I promise you won’t.”
Moving around the counter, I hug Daisy, kiss her cheek, and run for the arrivals terminal.
“Good luck,” she yells.
Without turning around, I wave in the air and keep moving.
Most people get out of my way, but a few recognize me and stand stock still as I maneuver around them. I’m dragging ragged breaths, scanning the crowd looking for my blonde bombshell.
In desperation, I yell, “Skye Hadley, where are you?”
Those closest to me move away, and the immediate area goes quiet.
An older lady with an ample bosom approaches me. “Who you looking for?”
“Skye Hadley.”
“Yo, people! This here is Colt Anders, and he’s looking for a Skye Hadley. Can any of you help a brother out?” booms the woman with a lot of flair and sass.
“Colt?”
I turn around, and Skye is there.
The woman with the voice touches my arm. “I got you, bro.”
“Umm… thanks?”
She grins broadly. “Well, you best go get her.” Then she shoves me in Skye’s direction.
I stumble a little then lock eyes with Skye. “I’m sorry. I’m a jackass. I don’t want you to go. Please stay. We can go together as soon as the season is over.”
“What?”
She’s dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved top, black boots, and is carrying a large blue backpack. Skye doesn’t have a scrap of makeup on, and she’s still the prettiest girl in the airport.
Closing the gap between us, I take her hand in mine. “I’m sorry. I love you. Please stay.”
“Y-You love me?” she asks, then her mouth hangs open.
Reaching up, I move a stray hair away from her face and nod. “Yes, and I’m sorry.” Tears well in her eyes. “Don’t cry.”
Skye shakes her head and drops her gaze to my chest. “You’re… um, in your uniform.”
I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, we won.”
“I saw.” Skye sniffles. “You smell bad.”
I tilt her head back up with my finger, so I can stare at her gorgeous blue eyes. “Yep. I didn’t want to miss you. I need you. Will you stay?”
The woman with the big booming voice leans in. “Girl, if my man was Colt Anders, and he declared himself like that, I’d stay whether he smells bad or not.”
We both turn and look at her, red blooms on her face with embarrassment as she takes a step back.
“Will you stay?” I whisper.
The tears which were threatening to fall spillover as she nods. I bend and pick her up at the waist, crushing her to me.
“Colt,” yelps Skye.
I twirl her around once and put her down, then claim those lips as mine. Letting Skye go, I grab the busy-body by the face and kiss her, then reach for Skye’s hand and her backpack, and we run for the exit.
“Colt! What are we doing?”
“I ran out after the game. I have a press conference to get to, but I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“Honey, my bags are checked in. I have to tell someone.” Laughs Skye.
Coming to a stop, I nod, she’s right. “I know someone, come on.”
Dragging Skye through the airport, we jog back to Daisy’s counter.
“You found her?”
“Yes, Daisy, I did.” I hold up our hands. “Skye, this is Daisy.”
“Err… hello, Daisy?”
“Daisy, Skye’s bags are checked, but she’s not getting on the plane. What do we do?”
“Leave it with me. Skye, give me your tickets and write down where I should have the bags sent.”
Daisy hands Skye a form and a pen. Skye hesitates a heartbeat, smiles, then I watch as she writes my address on the paper.
Raising an eyebrow at Skye, she shrugs. “My home is rented, so I can’t send them there.”
I don’t care, so long as she stays, Skye can live with me.
As she hands over the form, Daisy grins.