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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 158 из 338Thebetter to spill it all over yourself when the plane hit turbulence, which it did.
The plane bucked and swerved so badly that I gave the wine back to the flight attendant, and she gave me a handful of napkins for my hand.
Doyle closed his eyes again and kept repeating to all her questions, "No, thank you, I'm fine." She didn't actually offer to throw off her clothes and have sex on the floor of the plane, but the invitation was clear. If Doyle heard the invitation he managed to ignore it beautifully. I don't know if he actually didn't realize she was hitting on him, or if he was just accustomed to human women acting like fools. She finally got the hint and wandered off. She had to grip the backs of the seats as she moved down the plane, or she'd have fallen.
It was bad turbulence. Doyle looked greyish. I think it was his version of turning green. "Are you all right?"
He squeezed his eyes more tightly shut. "I will be fine once we are safely on the ground."
"Is there anything I can do to help the time pass quicker?"
He opened his eyes just a slit. "I think the stewardess made that offer already."
"Stewardess is a sexist term," I said. "It's flight attendant. So you did pick up on her hints."
"I don't think squeezing my thigh and brushing my shoulder with her breasts count as hints—more invitations."
"You ignored her beautifully."
"I have had much practice." The plane rocked violently enough that even I wasn't happy. Doyle squeezed his eyes shut again. "Do you really want to help this flight pass more quickly?"
"I owe you at least that much after you flashed your official Guard badge and we both got on the plane with our weapons. I know legally we're both allowed to carry in the U. S., but it doesn't usually go that smooth or that quick."
"It helped that the police escorted us to the gates, Princess." He'd been very carefully calling me Princess, or Princess Meredith, since I woke up this morning. We were no longer on a first-name basis.
"The cops seemed eager to get me on the plane."
"They feared you might get assassinated on their… turf. They did not want the responsibility for your safety."
"So that's how you got me on the plane armed."
He nodded, eyes still closed. "I told them that with only one bodyguard, it would be safer if you, yourself, were armed. Everyone agreed."
Sholto had dropped off the LadySmith 9 mm. I actually had an inner pants holster for it that fit nicely for a front cross-draw.
The plane bucked and swerved so badly that I gave the wine back to the flight attendant, and she gave me a handful of napkins for my hand.
Doyle closed his eyes again and kept repeating to all her questions, "No, thank you, I'm fine." She didn't actually offer to throw off her clothes and have sex on the floor of the plane, but the invitation was clear. If Doyle heard the invitation he managed to ignore it beautifully. I don't know if he actually didn't realize she was hitting on him, or if he was just accustomed to human women acting like fools. She finally got the hint and wandered off. She had to grip the backs of the seats as she moved down the plane, or she'd have fallen.
It was bad turbulence. Doyle looked greyish. I think it was his version of turning green. "Are you all right?"
He squeezed his eyes more tightly shut. "I will be fine once we are safely on the ground."
"Is there anything I can do to help the time pass quicker?"
He opened his eyes just a slit. "I think the stewardess made that offer already."
"Stewardess is a sexist term," I said. "It's flight attendant. So you did pick up on her hints."
"I don't think squeezing my thigh and brushing my shoulder with her breasts count as hints—more invitations."
"You ignored her beautifully."
"I have had much practice." The plane rocked violently enough that even I wasn't happy. Doyle squeezed his eyes shut again. "Do you really want to help this flight pass more quickly?"
"I owe you at least that much after you flashed your official Guard badge and we both got on the plane with our weapons. I know legally we're both allowed to carry in the U. S., but it doesn't usually go that smooth or that quick."
"It helped that the police escorted us to the gates, Princess." He'd been very carefully calling me Princess, or Princess Meredith, since I woke up this morning. We were no longer on a first-name basis.
"The cops seemed eager to get me on the plane."
"They feared you might get assassinated on their… turf. They did not want the responsibility for your safety."
"So that's how you got me on the plane armed."
He nodded, eyes still closed. "I told them that with only one bodyguard, it would be safer if you, yourself, were armed. Everyone agreed."
Sholto had dropped off the LadySmith 9 mm. I actually had an inner pants holster for it that fit nicely for a front cross-draw.