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ones that didn’t make it. Unfortunately, in the demographic she cared for it happened way too often.
    Leaving the kitchen, she pressed the erase button to clear out the messages and then went to unpack her clothes while her meat defrosted. She’d need to send her mother a text and let her know she’d arrived home safe.
    Dressed in her favorite boxer shorts, Cam Newton football jersey and thick socks an hour and a half later, she was ready to relax.  She found herself sitting on the couch with her fruity chicken, rice and green beans steaming on a plate and the remote in her hand. After being gone a week her recorded shows had doubled. Since normally she would watch her week of shows on her day off, but she didn’t have the time before she left.
    As she started the first show and began eating she noticed for the first time in a long time the feelings of loneliness that crept in. When she moved to North Carolina she’d felt the emotion immensely, an echo of her living in the empty house alone after Winston left her. But she’d gotten involved in the long hours of her job and rarely experienced the flowing tide of melancholy. She didn’t want to travel down that distressing road, again. She was better off with Winston out of her life.
    Maybe being home and around all of her family day and night it was just sinking in. The oldest child of seven meant that a person was never alone. When she was growing up she dreamed of stolen moments by herself; which were few and far between. Then she’d gone straight from home to living with Winston. The constant excitement and noise of her family made the silence of her place appear too empty. The thought that maybe she should start dating fluttered into her mind. Maybe she should apply for one of those online match making communities.
    “Hell, who am I kidding?” She lifted a forkful of the food into her mouth.
    With my schedule, what guy could handle only being able to see her once every eight days, sometimes nine? Principally, she would never allow anybody, especially a date, around her client. That was a no-no. Besides it would be just her luck she would wind up with another needy, self-centered, pampered ass like Winston. She shoved that thought away.
    She tried to focus on the comedy show before her, but a pair of hazel eyes invaded her mind. Hazel eyes symmetrically placed in a strong face surrounded by short sandy blond hair. As she remembered the sexy man from the plane, she began to realize that her cheeks were pulled up into a smile.
    Wow. What kind of man can make a woman grin like a silly school girl even when she didn’t really know him? For a moment she gave herself permission to recall Evan Douglas’s scent and formidable build. She still could remember how impressive his height was. Over six four at least, she wondered how he managed behind the wheel of a plane. 
    She remembered the feel of his hand over hers, solid and strong; giving her just what she needed to calm down. He was strength, confidence and silent power personified. How could one touch be so commanding?
    “Now, that’s a man I’d love to have dinner with.” The vision of his sexy lips made a shiver race across her breasts and down her arms. Yes, if he’d asked her out, she wouldn’t argue her third date rule against him attempting to kiss her.
    That brought her mind to the memory of Evan holding her hand after the flight, pulling her towards him as his gaze had locked on her lips. Had he been about to kiss me? She recalled thinking that as she stood by the baggage carousel, but the look had cleared from his eyes so quickly she assumed she had been mistaken.
    “Of course I’m mistaken. Why would a strange man…a gorgeous man try to kiss me? A woman he just met on the plane.”
    Sighing, she picked up the remote and increased the volume to her TV trying to drown out her thoughts. Mister pilot hadn’t asked for her phone number, not that she would have expected him, too. He was just being a