Christmas Quilt : Quilts of Love Series (9781426778032) Page 21
Laney sashayed past him toward the double doors and the parking lot, pretending as always she knew exactly where she was headed. And if things got too uncomfortable with these virtual strangers . . . She fingered her escape hatch in the pocket of her skirt, her return ticket via Jakarta.
She’d give them three weeks. Three weeks before she winged out to her next assignment. She eyeballed her teeth-clenched companion.
Maybe sooner. They didn’t know it yet, but the moment Cowboy showed up, her clock started ticking.
A disconcerted feeling settled over her at the truth of that statement.
Ticking in more ways than one.
