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Lost in Flight
Book: Lost in Flight Read Online Free
Author: Neeny Boucher
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction
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unspeakable things last night or fought this morning.  She knew it shouldn’t, but it rankled and it reinforced her opinion that Riley had somehow missed the shame gene.
    He pulled some earrings out of his top pocket that Christina had never seen before and handed them to her.  He then reached around into his back pocket and pulled out her bra.  Christina hurriedly grabbed it off him, which made him laugh. 
    She handed Riley back the earrings saying sharply.  “These aren’t mine.”  For some reason, Riley’s “Oh” and the way he quickly put them back in his top pocket annoyed her.  She knew she had no right, but she was anyway.  He was free to sleep with whomever he wanted, even though the thought made her want to slap his face.
    Christina was trying to pluck up the courage to discuss last night with him and decided she’d take the nicey-nice approach, which didn’t come naturally to her, with a full cross-examination later.  Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, she asked him if he would like something to drink.  He eyed her suspiciously and then smiled, which made her blink rapidly. 
    “Yeah.  A beer would be good.” 
    She wasn’t sure if they had beer in the house, but went to look in the fridge anyway.  She found a couple of dozen bottles and figured Johnny must have gone shopping for all his essentials before he’d left.  While handing Riley the beer, their hands touched and his eyes locked on Christina’s.  He took her hand and kissed the back of it, turned it over and placed a kiss in her palm. 
    He then looked at her and gave her a slow smile that lit up his face.  Christina felt her breath catch in her throat and swallowed hard trying to calm herself.  Mind over matter, she thought, mind over matter, but the problem was:  they’d never been able to keep their hands off one another, even if sometimes that involved her slapping him.  
    It had always been one of life’s unexplained mysteries how compatible they were in bed, but incompatible outside of it.  It hadn’t always been like that between them, but it had been pretty much their reality for the last eight years.  Some things still remained the same.
    She watched him put the beer bottle on the kitchen table and dip his head toward her.  His eyes never left her face and she found herself automatically lifting her lips toward him.  Rationally, Christina shouldn’t want this, but she wasn’t thinking very rationally anymore. 
    Still, she thought she at least ought to try.  When she told him to “stop” his lips were about an inch from her face and she felt him pause. 
    Riley looked at her dubiously.  “You want me to stop?”
    “Mmm-hmmm.  I think we need to talk.”  
    Riley’s eyebrows drew together.  “You want to talk?  Now?” 
    Christina’s mouth opened and she paused.  
    “Just as I thought,” he said.  His lips found hers and the desire to talk dissipated into the ether.  He picked her up.  “Is your bedroom still through there?”  Without waiting for a reply, he carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door closed.
     
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    Christina, Shanwick, The Present, Sunday 7 October 2012
     
    Christina woke up starving around 3:00 a.m., and crept out into the kitchen to try and make something to eat.  On the table was a note from Johnny saying he’d had to go back to New York and would be back in a few days.  Christina looked to the heavens and whispered, “Thank you.”
    She started ransacking the cupboards and the fridge, muttering about Johnny’s shopping abilities.  He seemed to have bought beer, all kinds of chocolate, but not much in the way of anything healthy.  She did find eggs though and hollered “score” before clapping her hand over her mouth, fearing she’d wake her bed-pal.
    Almost on cue the bedroom door opened and a sleepy looking Riley appeared.  He started grumbling about her “making a habit of waking him at ungodly hours in the morning,”
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