He looked from her to the people coming in behind her and gave a resigned sigh. “Let’s see if we can get in. The internet’s been actin’ up.” Settling behind the desk, he logged into the old computer while he scooped up her driver’s license and credit card. “Where ya headed to?”
“Houston.” She folded her arms over the counter, willing the computer to load faster.
He stared at the screen, hitting tab and enter as he shook his head. “You might come by in the morning. See if any of them is going your way. Heard a few making plans to share a car.”
“You’re sure. There isn’t a single car?”
“Nope. In fact, someone just snatched up the last one online. And he’s goin’ ta Houston, too,” he said with a brilliant smile.
A phone dinged nearby. “That would be my confirmation email,” GQ’s deep voice added from somewhere behind her.
No-no-no. Her stomach roiled.
The older gentleman sent a knowing grin over her shoulder. “Well, looks like we got you a ride, Miss…” He checked her license.
“Celeste,” she rushed to supply. Holy Moly. “Ummm, you don’t need to do that. I can catch a bus.” She pushed the cards into her wallet.
“The buses are on hold, too, with all the rain.”
“Of course they are.” Fate had a fickle sense of humor.
“I’d be happy to give you a lift,” GQ said from beside her. Good manners left her no choice but to take a step to her right so she wouldn’t give him her back. “I’m Rio.”
God, he really was good looking. And she was supposed to sit next to him for hours without making a complete fool of herself. How? Unfortunately, her choices were shrinking by the second. She couldn’t exactly stay and wait it out. Her father had come to Houston specifically to meet her flight. Waiting wouldn’t be an option. So what was the lesser of two evils? Did she ride with the hot Latino that made her melt from the inside or suffer the wrath of the rich and powerful Oz?
Vix’s hand curled around his bicep as she pressed her breast against him. She slid long, manicured nails down to loop her arm through his and winked at Celeste.