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looked
anything but comfortable.
    The whirr of the motors started and the
plane moved forward. Grasping the arms of the seat, I closed my eyes, took a
deep breath and leaned back. Another thing I hated about flying. Taking off and
landing.
    I tried to clear my mind as the plane
lifted off the ground.

 

 
 
    Chapter Seven

 
    I gripped the armrest and closed my eyes.
Worst part of flying, taking off and landing. Bill's hand covered mine. Great,
just what I needed, I hated showing fear. Bill probably thought I was a big
baby.
    A small electrical shock went through my
body when he squeezed my hand. But, it felt like it belonged. I imagined his
hand over other parts of my body and shivered at the thought. What was going on
inside of me? I didn't like these feelings he evoked in me. Yet, I wanted to
experience more. Wanted to feel his fingers run through my hair. Wanted to feel
his hand roam over my body. Heat crept to my face. What was this man doing to
me? What kind of hold did he have on me? Thank God, once we got to Florida I could tell him
goodbye and forget about him.
    Not that he'd be easy to forget. But
forget I would. He didn't fit into my plans for the future, and I knew if I
continued to see him he'd turn my life upside down.
    Nope, once we landed I'd go off my own
way and never see him again. I only hoped he didn't suggest a dinner or
something. I didn't know if I was strong enough to refuse. Part of me wanted to
spend time with him. Wanted to get to know him and that was better left undone.
Somehow, I'd have the strength to say no. Hadn't I resisted men up to now?
    Sure, but not a man like Bill. He was
everything I'd want in a husband, if I was looking for a husband. But I wasn't.
Not right now anyway. Maybe someday farther down the road. Way farther.
    I leaned back and tried to relax. Aunt
Sophie managed a career and raised kids, something in my inner mind whispered.
Why can't you?
    Sure, Aunt Sophie managed her career
quite well, but she was married to a gem. Uncle Matt liked staying home and
playing house husband. Besides, his large inheritance allowed him to stay home
and pursue a freelance writing career as well as care for their children.
    He successfully wrote and sold articles
to magazines and newspapers. They had an agreement. It didn't matter if she
worked long hours, as lawyers were prone to do. Uncle Matt had everything under
control. Aunt Sophie didn't have to clean the house or make dinner. If one of
the kids got sick, she knew they were well cared for. Theirs was an unusual
marriage.
    Bill wasn't the type to stay home, clean
the house and raise the kids while I was out with clients until all hours.
Hell, I didn't even know if he'd help with the housework.
    Good grief, what was the matter with me
thinking about Bill and marriage. He hadn't even asked for a date. If he did,
would I accept?
    I knew there could be only one answer– I
had to refuse. I couldn't take the chance of becoming involved with him. It'd
be more than a casual affair. Nope, if I agreed to see Bill again, it'd turn
into a serious relationship. I'd been disciplined up to now, I'd just have to
stand firm. Besides, his career was as demanding as mine. We both worked
strange hours.
    Darn, I wished I thought to take my book
out of my bag before I let Bill stow it? I supposed I could ask him to get it,
but I really didn't want to bother him. Better I feigned sleep. At least he
wouldn't want to carry on a conversation. He had ignored the fact that I was
reading at the airport, he'd probably ignore it now too. At least while I had
my eyes closed, he didn't speak to me.
    Unfortunately, the flight attendant chose
that moment to ask if I wanted something. I tried to ignore her, but Bill
touched my arm.
    "Wendy, would you like coffee or
juice?"
    "Huh?" I opened my eyes.
"Oh, yes, thanks." I sat up and pulled my tray down. Great, now what?
My arm still felt warm where he touched it. I needed to get far away from him.
The farther the better.