The attendant scanned my ticket, and I raced down the gateway. I skidded on the plane.
I was seat C11. I read the numbers as I made my way down the aisle. I stopped at C and D 11. I slid into my seat and took a breath before I peeked at my seat neighbor.
“Oh, come on!” I cried. It was Caleb. I scrambled out of my seat to make a dash for the door.
“It’s too late,” he said. “They closed the doors.”
He was right. The doors were closed. “What’s going on? Why are you here?”
“I’m playing in the Latin poker tour. Why are you here? I heard you were going to marry Greyson this weekend.”
“Frankie said I was playing in the tournament. That other thing is a rumor.”
“Where are you staying?”
I shuffled through the papers Frankie gave me. “Hotel Destino del Sur.”
“That’s where I’m staying. Do you know what room?”
“Frankie scribbled in the corner. It looks like the Romantico Suite.”
“Frankie set you up with this?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Nadia, I’m booked in the Romantico Suite.”
My eyes widened as his turned hungry.
“Looks like I’m collecting on my weekend sooner than I foresaw. Here I thought the Romantico Suite would be wasted.”
I gulped.
There was a brief commotion a few rows behind us. I turned to see what the problem was.
“Sir, you can have a drink once we’re in the air, and you’re not allowed to touch any of the flight attendants. This is your last warning, or you’ll be escorted off the plane,” a flight attendant said.
“Alright, baby,” Dagor said. “Just get me that drink as soon as we’re in the air. If you want a little something after duty, you know where I am.”
The flight attendant hurried down the aisle to distance herself from Dagor. I didn’t blame her. His gaze followed her until she flew past me. His eyes widened at the sight of me seated only a few rows in front. He reddened briefly, but an evil sneer crept on his face. He formed a gun with his hand and squeezed the imaginary trigger at me. He mouthed, “You’re dead.”
I quickly turned in my seat to evade Dagor’s line of vision. He had to be fleeing from the police and was heading to the same destination. A killer was on the plane with me. He was only a few rows behind me and could sneak up and kill me while I was napping at thirty-thousand feet. Or he might wait and shoot me outside my hotel. Either way, my one-way ticket didn’t seem like my biggest problem anymore. It seemed like a promise.
“Nadia, what’s wrong? You’re turning white,” Caleb said.
“I need to get off this plane.”
Caleb peeked out the window. “We’re on the runway. You’re not getting off this plane anytime soon. If you’re afraid to fly, I can help you forget you’re on a plane.” He smiled and took my hand into his. He brought my hand up to his lips where he softly kissed the tip of each finger. I watched intently as he placed each kiss so carefully and with an underlying agenda, giving the kisses so much more meaning. “Since you aren’t marrying Greyson this weekend, I’ll be collecting on our wager you lost.”
The plane raced down the runway and soared into the sky. I was pressed back into my seat before I could argue. Caleb wanted to collect on his wager. Dagor was going to kill me. And I was on a plane to South America with no money and no way of returning home.
I’m going to kill Frankie!
* * *
Continue the adventure and read the next exciting Nadia Wolf novel!
High Stakes
* * *
Check out my website, sign up for my new release newsletter, and find me on Facebook at:
www.nicolettepierce.com
The Big Blind (Nadia Wolf) Page 26
