Crashed into Love: Episode One Read Online Free Page B

truth.” She shot me a look. “They’re not true by the way. I know that first hand.” Her look was full of insider knowledge and mischief.
    Crap, what was I missing here?
    Liam and I made eye contact and I didn’t think I’d believe it, but nerves shimmered in his gaze. His shoulders were tense, face taut. “I know I can’t make you think otherwise, but Joslyn is telling the truth. I’m not a man-slut.”
    A laugh escaped my lips. “Duly noted.” I swung my bag to my other shoulder and drew an elaborate check in the air. “Co-pilot Liam Mikin is not a man-slut.”
    He grinned. “Great, glad we got that sorted.” He took off his pilot hat and ran a hand through his blue-black hair. “Awesome.” Raising his voice, he called down the cabin. “We’re leaving, Anderson. You coming with us or later?”
    A muffled voice came from the bathroom cubicle in the rear galley. “Leave without me. I’ve got to file paperwork. See you at the hotel.”
    Liam shrugged. “Righto.” He motioned for Joslyn and me to go first, bowing. “After you, ladies.” His eyes burned into mine and my hands pooled with sweat.
    A small tremor of uncertainty tingled. What was he up to? Did he truly have a reputation, and Joslyn just wasn’t his type? Had they been together in the past? What was with all the inside jokes and looks? I’d get a headache if I kept trying to unravel the innuendoes.
    I hoped he told the truth about his slut-status as if he thought he could brain-fuddle me into sleeping with him; he had a whole new lesson coming.
    We weaved through customs quickly—thanks to our airline identification—and we didn’t need to stop for baggage. However, airport security decided to hand search Liam’s duffel rather than x-ray, so Jos and I had to wait.
    Airport security used to treat pilots like gods, but lately they’d been getting scrutinized. One pilot was caught smuggling drugs in his briefcase—easy to do if no one suspected you.
    Once outside, Liam stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled for a cab. It was twilight and hordes of people were arriving, leaving, and hugging loved ones.
    I poked Liam in the ribs. “You do realise there’s a whole queue over there. Waiting for us to go to them?” I motioned to the line of taxis waiting patiently for passengers.
    “Ah, didn’t see them.” He gave me a lopsided smirk. “Guess my whistle technique didn’t impress them.”
    “Nope.” I grinned.
    “Did it impress you?” He leaned down to my height which wasn’t too low as I was wearing my killer pumps.
    “Nope.” I repeated.
    Joslyn piped up. “You impressed me with your fingers in your mouth.”
    I groaned. “Jos.”
    Liam laughed, shaking his head. “No filter to you at all. You’d think I’d be used to it by now.” Turning to me, he false-whispered. “What Joslyn failed to mention before was how we knew each—”
    Joslyn flew through the air and clamped a hand over his mouth. “Zip it, Mikin.”
    Liam wrenched away, chuckling. His face was alive with expression and the look he gave Joslyn reminded me of the way my older brother, Brian, watched me.
    It clicked before Liam managed to utter another word. Too busy man-handling Joslyn off him and ducking her fake punches.
    “You’re related.” I smiled, frustrated at how relieved I was by that piece of information. I tried to tell myself it was relief from not working with a sleaziod, but that was a fib.
    Joslyn dropped her arms and stopped attacking him. Pouting, she admitted, “He’s my stepbrother. His dad couldn’t live without my mom. Breaking up two marriages in the process.” Her words indicated hurt, but her smile said opposite.
    I looked to Liam for clarification.
    He nodded. “Yep. Our parents weren’t happy with other people and it was love at first sight when they met. I’ve never seen my dad so besotted. Part of the bargain of new love was inheriting this pain-in-the-ass-step-sister.” He gave Jos a fond, irritated smile. “She