Chapter 4 - Agog
He tried not to stare. Really. Eyes snapped to her face, but not before taking in a silhouette of striking lines, the curve of breasts and hips alluringly clear. Their definition made him wonder who she had been expecting in his place. Damp hair and glowing skin spoke of a finished bath.
An unfamiliar swirl of jealousy pushed aside his nerves, springing his clumsy, three-year-old proposal to mind. It stayed just behind his teeth, pushing to get out in a sputtered, accusing yell. Choking his suitcase handle, he swallowed hard.
In hindsight, he probably should have called while out west.