Page 25 of Secrets on Ice

“Yes, I know her.” I wave, and she nods but turns her face back to her laptop.

“Right, well, it looks like you need a beer and we are ready to take off,” Sam says, directing me to a seat next to Evan. I give him a nod as I settle myself in, and moments later a beautiful brunette flight attendant hands me a beer. She turns and walks away, and I must stare a moment too long because Sam comments.

“You’re welcome.” He grins.

I shake my head and throw back some of my beer.

“It’s going to be one long ass flight,” Evan whispers to me.

“I’m not sure who is worse, him or Bouch.”

“Bouch, always Bouch,” Evan adds, and we burst out laughing.

Bouch cracks open another beer. "So ...” He looks around the cabin. "Who's single on the plane?"

Nate doesn't even look up from his phone. "That's your opening question?"

"It's an important one," Bouch says. His eyes land on Marlowe. "Marlowe, are you single?"

She slowly looks up from her laptop. "Yes. But don’t even think about it.”

“Really? Just like that.” Bouch pouts.

“You couldn’t handle me.” She smirks.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Bouch grins. “But I respect your boundaries, your decline is noted.”

“Thanks.” She chuckles.

“Do you know what single women are going to the wedding though?” Bouch asks.

“Do not touch Camryn, the wedding planner. She’s my wife, and Kimberly is Sam’s ….” Nate starts, but Sam glares at his friend.

“She’s a friend and off-limits to you idiots,” Sam states.

“Okay, no wedding planners,” Bouch says. “Who else?”

“Issy’s sisters will be there, Evelina and Violetta,” Marlowe adds.

“Violetta is off-limits because of Sully,” Bouch adds.

“Hey, do not involve me. Violetta is free to hook up with whomever she likes,” I tell him.

“Okay, so Evelina and Violetta, who else?” Bouch continues to pester Marlowe.

“There are probably a couple of Issy’s close friends from London, but I don’t know them.”

“Oh, British women, hot,” Bouch says, elbowing Nelly, who nods.

“I think that’s it,” Marlowe says.

Bouch frowns. “That isn’t great odds.”

“It’s an intimate wedding,” Nate adds.

“Not intimate enough for me.” Bouch moans.

I shake my head at him.