RYAN by Debra Webb

Author:Debra Webb [Webb, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pink House Press
Published: 2018-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

6:00 a.m.

Birmingham International Airport

“We’re inside.” Vivian scanned the line at the ticket counter. “He’s at the counter now,” she told Pratt. “We’ll wait for you at the food court.”

She put her phone away and met McBride as he left the counter. “Pratt’s coming from short-term parking. We’ll meet him in the food court.”

Operating on less than an hour of sleep was going to make for a long day. She had relieved Pratt at two-thirty. At four-thirty they had prepared for the trip to the airport.

Most of that time in between she had either been arguing with McBride or walking off the fury he had ignited with his psychoanalyzing. The part that infuriated her most was that a whole lot of what he had kindled hadn’t been fury.

Her first high profile case and she couldn’t keep her head screwed on straight.

Maybe she did need more therapy.

As they followed the signs to the food court she tried to recall the last time she’d had sex. Last month? July?

Sad. Really sad.

When you had to work that hard to remember, it couldn’t have been memorable.

But she knew where the fault lay. That McBride had nailed exactly how she disappeared made her want to screw his brains out just to prove him wrong.

She grabbed on to the tiny slither of calm that tried valiantly to recover from her frequent and explosive emotional outbursts. If this was any indication of how she handled pressure, she was in trouble.

Everything about this case was wrong, including his leaving, but some part of her would be relieved when McBride was on that plane headed back to the Keys. He disturbed her...shook up her carefully controlled world. Somehow she was defenseless against him. Unlike with Nameless, when the main crux of the battle had been physical, this was completely emotional.

“How about we sit here?” She indicated a table in sight of the main thoroughfare so Pratt could locate them easily.

“Looks the same as all the rest.” He pulled out a chair but waited for her to settle in before taking his seat.

She considered that he had selected the same pair of distressed jeans he had worn on the trip up here, and the same khaki shirt; it made her wonder if that was symbolic...him going back to the way things were before she intruded in his life.

Probably just the first thing he grabbed when he rolled out of bed.

“Would you like breakfast?” She hated to put him on the plane hungry. “Coffee?”

“Sure.”

One-word answers. He’d certainly had plenty to say a few hours ago.

“So, what’re we eating?” Pratt asked as he sauntered up.

Grace pushed out of her chair. “You guys decide. I’ll be right back.”

She left her purse on the table and walked to the ladies’ room. It wasn’t far. Glancing back, she could still see the table and both men. Pratt had the same orders she did. He could handle babysitting McBride for a few minutes.

The airport was fairly deserted this early on Sunday morning so there was no line for a stall.

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