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woman pointed at Delaney with her middle finger, using the hand that gripped her cup.
    “Ma’am, you’d better put that finger away.” Delaney stepped forward.
    “I said I’d handle this.” Jeremy shot Delaney a warning glance. “I believe she’s still serving her first round, ma’am.”
    The woman quickly jerked sideways to glare at them. “I don’t care what in the hell she’s doing. I said I want a drink and I want it now.”
    Jeremy’s demeanor changed subtly. He straightened his shoulders and stared down at the woman over his generous nose. “Honey, let me tell you something. I want a lot of things, but I don’t always get them.”
    “But—”
    “I’m not finished,” he said, cutting her off. “There’s only room for one queen on this aircraft and it ain’t you.” Jeremy slapped the call button off, and then proceeded down the aisle to finish his beverage service.
    The woman gaped at his retreating back in stunned disbelief, before turning forward in her seat. The passengers around her snickered behind their in-flight magazines.
    Hands sticky from soda, Delaney proceeded with her beverage service. She reached Jack Gordon’s row and paused, locking the cart in place. “Can I get you something to drink, sir?”
    Jack smiled. “Tomato juice, please.”
    Her heart kicked up a notch as she tore her gaze away from his face. She grabbed a plastic cup and plunged it into the ice bag sitting on top of her cart with a little too much gusto. The cart shook and moved forward an inch.
    “Stay,” she said, daring the trolley to move—which was a mistake.
    Light turbulence bounced the occupants of the cabin. Please make it stop. Her heart thudded wildly and her palms started to sweat. The captain made an unintelligible announcement and the seat belt sign came back on. Fingers trembling, Delaney poured some of the tomato juice into the cup, using her wrist to brace herself on the handle of the beverage cart.
    The plane climbed steadily toward a higher altitude. She turned to hand the drink to Jack Gordon. He reached for it, but couldn’t quite grasp it. Delaney stretched sideways, accidentally bumping the cart with her hip. The beverage trolley began to roll…and roll…and roll.
    With an open can of tomato juice in one hand and a full glass in the other, Delaney watched in horror as the beverage cart picked up speed, rumbling down the aisle like an avalanche of steel. She dropped the juice onto what she thought was the tray table. It landed with a thick ker-plunk in Jack’s lap, covering his jeans in red goo.
    He yelped. “What the—”
    “Look out,” she screamed, ignoring the man beside her.
    Jeremy leapt out of the way, but somehow managed to land in the lap of a hunky California surfer dude. The cart roared past him, but he didn’t appear to be in any hurry to stand. He’d thrown his arms around the man’s neck, brushing his sun-bleached shoulder-length hair away from his tie-dyed T-shirt.
    “Barbie, look out!” That wasn’t her given name, but since Delaney couldn’t bring herself to call the doll-like woman Barbara, Barbie would have to do.
    With the grace of a ninja, the blond flight attendant spun, sticking her high-heeled foot out in front of her to stop the cart dead. She glanced up, brushing a stray hair away from her flawless face. The cabin erupted in applause, before quieting to stare at Delaney.
    Delaney raised her hand in apology. The blonde shrugged before continuing to serve drinks as if nothing happened. Heat infused Delaney’s face as she glanced at Jack.
    “I’m sorry, sir. I have a cleaning slip in the closet. If you come with me to the front of the aircraft, I’ll try to get that stain out. I don’t suppose you brought a change of clothing aboard.”
    He shook his head and laughed. “I’ve never seen a runaway beverage cart. What do you do for an encore?”
    “Stick around and find out.”
    “Somehow I think it would be worth it.” He grinned then. “I guess