face was any indication. But the movement also forced a pair of very nicely rounded breasts against the thin silk of her blouse. They drew Oz’s gaze like an open can of soda drew bees. In fact, everything about her was very nicely rounded. Her well-tailored slacks revealed gently curving hips and a backside that just begged for attention.
Good God, he needed a date. Come to think of it…how long had it been? He couldn’t even remember, which meant it had been far too long. No wonder he was drooling over some strange woman when he should be stressing over his flight. Of course, fixing his attention on her was far more pleasant than thinking about what would happen if he didn’t make his interview. So fix it he would. No matter how stuck up she might be, and her rescue of the little old lady a few minutes before seemed to throw a small wrench in that assumption, she was certainly fine to look at.
Of course, she chose that moment to glance over at him and he turned his head so she wouldn’t catch him smiling. The quick narrowing of her eyes, however, told him he hadn’t been quick enough.
Becky put the radio down and sighed. “It looks like the passengers have to deplane anyway. The flight has been grounded.”
“What? Why?” the woman asked, going back to ignoring him completely.
“Due to the weather conditions in New York, La Guardia is experiencing extreme delays. All the flights are being rerouted. Newark and JFK are also affected. I believe there is a hurricane warning in effect. Must be what’s causing our little storm here, too.”
“When will the flights be running again?”
“I’m not sure, ma’am. Right now, we’ve been told it will most likely be tomorrow morning.”
“What?”
She drew a breath to argue more, but Oz caught the commotion coming from the gate and pointed to the doors. “Here they come.”
Passengers started streaming out of the gate doors and scattering through the airport. A great many of them took up positions in line behind them. Becky paled and Oz could nearly see her pulling up her big girl panties to deal with the shit storm behind her.
But the woman next to him looked like she was about to cause another one. Oz jumped in before the shit could really hit the proverbial fan. “I think we are both anxious to get to New York today. Is there any possible way we’re getting out of here?”
Becky frowned. “If you’d like me to check for flights into nearby airports…”
“Yes, thank you,” the woman said, plastering another smile on her face that looked like it was barely containing the panic. “I have to be in New York by this evening, tomorrow afternoon at the latest.”
Oz leaned against the counter and tossed in his two cents. “That would be great if you could check on other flights, Becky, thanks.”
Becky’s lips twitched into a modest smile in response to the mega-watt grin aimed at her. If the clamor of the crowd was any indication, she was about to have a really terrible day. The least he could do was be nice while he started it off.
After a few seconds of typing, Becky’s smile faded. “I’m sorry, but with the weather the way it is, there are no flights flying anywhere on the east coast.”
“What?” the woman squealed. “That’s impossible. It’s just a little rain.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m afraid I can’t even get you into other airports nearby. The weather is causing havoc up and down the east coast.”
Oz watched fascinated as one emotion after another chased across the woman’s face. Anger and panic eased into a weird calm, though he had no doubt a whole load of turbulence was seething just below the surface. Well, no point in standing there watching her implode and continue to waste Becky’s time. He needed to get to New York and if a plane was out of the question, he was going to hurry and get himself a car. Before everyone else had the same idea.
“Well, if there’s nothing you can do, there’s nothing you can