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book. The heady scent of spice infiltrated her nose. “ Wuthering Heights. Ah, wonderful choice. I’m quite a fan of Catherine, as I’m sure you are of Heathcliff?”
    Forget Heathcliff. I’m a fan of yours. “I love the classics.” She hoped he didn’t see her trembling fingers when she closed the book and, along with her glasses, popped it back into her tote.
    “I couldn’t help but notice you in line earlier. Your luggage caught my eye.”
    Her luggage. Her lime-green paisley luggage had attracted this hunk. Not her money, or her looks. She wanted to laugh out loud. Instead, she retained her composure and smiled sweetly. “That was my friend’s idea.”
    “Interesting choice. I like it.”
    Melody would have to make it a point to thank Ann for her odd taste. “Are you on this flight?”
    “I have some business in Los Angeles. And you?”
    “I have a layover at LAX and one in New Zealand, then it’s on to Fiji.”
    “Where’s your husband? He’s not joining you on such a romantic vacation?”
    Oh, what a line! But coming from him it was more of a turn-on than a turn-off. A giggle escaped from between her lips, and she felt like a silly schoolgirl. “No, no husband. Just my…friend…over there.” She looked at Sugar, who stood by the window in all her New Jersey prom-queen glory.
    He raised a brow and politely made no comment. “Ah, well, perhaps you’ll find the man of your dreams while in paradise.”
    Maybe I’ve already found him . “Hmmm, perhaps. I guess you never know where you might find your soul mate. It could even happen at an airport.” Did she just say that? Oh Lord! Her face burned, and she knew it had to be scarlet. She wanted to crawl under her seat, or, better yet, die from embarrassment.
    But he smiled, exposing a row of even white teeth. “Yes, it might happen at an airport. Maybe even this one… Maybe even today.”
    This couldn’t be happening. She shouldn’t be flirting when even now the jet rumbled on the tarmac, ready to whisk her into the arms of her dream man. But it seemed forever since she’d been attracted to anyone. Not since she’d dated Greg Sinclair in college. The jock and party boy had done a good job of turning her off to men… At least that type of man. Their brief two-month relationship, if you could call it that, ended abruptly when he told her she was boring.
    The real problem—for him—boiled down to her refusal to sleep with him. Greg’s rejection had hurt nonetheless. It seemed her ideal man lived between the pages of her books. The classic heroes who existed only on paper—or apparently, appeared in airports. And the way this hot guy’s striking dark eyes delved into her own made her want to say, The heck with Fiji, I’ve found my man at the United terminal. Her breath hitched as she envisioned a night of wild, passionate love. She knotted her hands in her lap and tried to control her emotions. What in the world had come over her? She had to stop thinking such thoughts. She was a nice girl.
    “Your accent… Is it German?” she asked, quickly changing the subject.
    “Romanian.”
    “Oh. I’ve never met anyone from Romania before, not that I’ve met many Germans, either.”
    He laughed, a rich, hearty sound that set her pulse drumming. “There aren’t many of my kind who’ve ventured into this part of the world. They’re mainly still in Europe. Though I’m sure if they knew what your country was like and the people…the women”—his glance traveled over her, lingering on her lips—“they would come to America.”
    Okay. She had to get a grip. Her libido had her head spinning and heat thrumming through her veins. “What type of business are you in?”
    “I draw blood.”
    Her brow wrinkled before she realized what he must have meant. “You’re a phlebotomist? I’ll bet you need a strong stomach to do that type of work.”
    “I don’t mind the sight of blood.”
    “Ick. A paper cut makes me feel faint.”
    He chuckled,