that he’d landed at the Denver airport. I thought, maybe if I could see him, if we talked, he might change his mind. We’re supposed to go on a trip together today.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
She was back on her cell, scrolling through pictures now, then held up her phone. Instead of her text feed, an image of a man appeared on the screen.
“This is him. It’s the only picture I have. He doesn’t like his face splashed all over the internet. Can you look around and try to spot him?”
Active enough online to post his location but unable to take a pic with his girlfriend?
That wasn’t a good sign for this chick.
Not to mention that the Denver airport is the fifth busiest in the US. Finding one guy in the masses was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He was about to tell this to his crazy line lady when he glanced into the lobby and did a double take. The same SOB in the photo she’d shown him was right there, crossing the length of the area where the newly arrived passengers congregated.
He craned his head. “I think I see him.”
She gasped. “Where is he?”
“He’s behind you, but don’t turn around.”
“Why not?” she asked.
Jake flicked his gaze from the man to his crazy line lady, then back to the man. “Let me watch him for a second.”
“I’ll text him, and you can tell me what he does,” she added with a burst of energy.
He released an impatient sigh. What the hell was wrong with him? The last thing he needed was to get in the middle of a breakup, but when the crazy line lady pegged him with her emerald eyes, he couldn’t look away.
“Please! This is a big day, and I need him with me. I could really use your help,” she pleaded.
“Text him,” he grumbled.
Better to get this shit over with quickly.
Clicks peppered the air as the woman went to town, typing out a message.
She met his gaze. “Okay, I sent it.”
He watched as the boyfriend glanced at his phone, then pocketed it.
“I don’t know if he got it?”
“Oh, crap! A text just came in from my mom. Maybe that messed it up. Let me text her, and then I’ll send him another.”
She was back at it, texting like a tween on a sugar high.
“Okay, I responded to my mom, and I sent my boyfriend the second text,” she replied breathlessly.
He spied the boyfriend and…shit!
The guy wasn’t responding to the texts because he was with another woman. A damn attractive woman.
“Well, what’s happening?” she asked with those expectant eyes.
“He’s saying hello to some woman,” Jake answered, choosing his words carefully.
The crazy line lady nodded. “That’s all right. He travels a bunch for work. There’s a good chance he could run into a colleague at the airport.”
Jake observed as the boyfriend proceeded to not only lay a kiss on this colleague but grab a handful of her ass as they engaged in some major airport PDA.
He slid his gaze from the exhibitionists to his crazy line lady, surprised by how much it pained him to have to break the news to her. Why the hell should he care if she got dumped? She was no one to him.
He schooled his features. “I’m pretty sure he’s not your boyfriend anymore.”
“What?” she whispered in a wretched squeak, then spun around in time to see the boyfriend lift the other woman into his arms, press her back to a pillar and start dry-humping next to a sign directing passengers not to leave their baggage unattended.
She held her phone to her chest. “Oh my, God! I got dumped, and I lost my job on the same day.”
“And you’re holding up the line. Move it, sister!” called an angry voice from behind.
His crazy line lady stared up at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
He should ignore her. He should pop in his earbuds and pretend that he had to take a call. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t.
“Is that yours?” he asked, gesturing to a large bag slumped on the ground.
“Yeah,” she answered in a daze.
He picked up the heavy canvas tote and set it on top of his roller bag. “Come on. We need to move forward.”
She nodded and followed him like a sleepwalker.
What the hell was he supposed to say to this newly dumped and recently unemployed crazy lady now? He was probably the least qualified person in