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Sometimes I telecommute from home.”
    She took a sip of soda. “Why are you on the train? Wouldn’t it be quicker if you flew?”
    He gave her a bashful grin as he rubbed his forehead. “I don’t like to fly…I hate it.”
    She smiled at his boyish manner. “Oh…so you scared to fly.”
    He picked up a chip and nibbled it. “I wouldn’t call it
scared
. I’d say I have an aversion to riding inside a flying coffin.”
    She laughed. “A big ol’ man like you scared of flyin’. That’s funny!”
    He blushed and opened his can of root beer. “Say what you will, but remember; there are no emergency lanes in the sky to pull over into if something goes wrong.”
    For a moment, she forgot her worries and enjoyed their banter. “You must be damn good at your job if they gonna let you catch a train instead of fly. If I was your boss, I’d want your ass on the job as quick as possible.”
    He grinned. “Well, I guess I’m lucky you’re
not
my boss!”
    She bit her pickle spear. “You still didn’t answer my question. You must be one of the best at your job.”
    He sipped his soda, then wiped his lips. “I’m pretty good.”
    She let her eyes rest on his wrist.
I bet you gettin’ paid real good if you can afford that Bvlgari watch.
“I bet your wife is real happy when you hand her over your paycheck.”
    He choked on his mouthful of sandwich. After composing himself he replied, “Excuse me?”
    She grinned as she wiped potato chip crumbs off her breasts, drawing his attention to her sexy rack. “Dang, don’t die on me, baby!”
    â€œI thought I heard you say something about me having a wife.”
    Trenda glanced at his ring-less fingers, then back into his face. “I did.”
    Box peeled the bread crust off his sandwich. “The only Mrs. Bockman close to me is my mom. I don’t have a wife, and if I did, she’d have to be a true goddess to have me hand her over my cash like that.”
    Trenda placed her elbows on the table and leaned over her plate, giving the big man a magnificent view of her cleavage. “And why no wife, Mr. Box?”
    He blinked his eyes and looked away from her chest. “A lot of reasons.” He focused on the scratch on her face instead of her luscious breasts. “But it may happen one day.”
    I bet if I pulled one of my tits out, you’d gimme everything you got
. She gave him a flirtatious smile. “I know a big, fine man like you has got a girlfriend.”
    â€œYou could say that.”
    Trenda took a swallow of her soda. “Does she travel with you?”
    â€œNo. I usually travel alone or with co-workers.” He sat back in his seat. “My turn; are you married? Attached?”
    She pushed her shades up on her nose. “I ain’t got no man. I’m free, single and able to mingle.”
    Even though the train’s air conditioning was on, Box had to wipe a bead of sweat off the side of his face. He looked into her shades. “I bet you left a lot of broken hearts back in Baltimore.”
    She chuckled as she let her foot brush against his shin under the table. “I plead the fifth.”
    Box flinched as though she’d rubbed his left nut. To get his mind off the dancing dong in his pants, he changed the subject. “What do you do for a living, Heartbreaker?”
    She looked out the window as Middle America’s landscape whizzed by. “I do hair and stuff.”
    He removed the napkin from his shirt, balled it up and tossed it on his plate of scraps. “Oh, you’re a cosmetologist. Did you go to school for it in Baltimore?”
    She continued to stare at the passing scenery. “Yeah, I went a few years ago.” Thoughts of how she dropped out of cosmetology school three months in, after finding out she could do hair better than her teachers, played in her