Tour & Giveaway: Rebel by Skye Jordan

Wes’s chest burned with a punch of panic. “No, no, no.”

He swiveled on his heel, searched for gate numbers, and ran down the corridor. He slowed just before the gate, scanning the area. He was breathing hard, sweating. His heart pounded quickly in his chest.

“Where are you?” he whispered, his gaze darting from person to person at the crowded gate. People were already in line to board according to group number, blocking his view.

He couldn’t find her. Fuck. His heart sank. Blood drained from his head, leaving him dizzy.

Wes pulled out his phone, hit the speed dial number for Rubi with his thumb, then watched the passengers and listened for the ring. But got nothing.

“Dammit.” Could she have anticipated Wes coming? Given Lexi the wrong airline?

He pushed a hand through his hair and walked past the gate, now searching for the restrooms. He turned in a circle, spotted them, and watched the women going in and out for a moment.

“We now invite group one to board.” The woman’s voice filled Wes’s ear.

Group one included first class. That would be Rubi.

He turned again, scanned the line. Searched the gate seating area.

Rubi turned from looking out the windows facing the tarmac as if she’d just appeared, but in reality, she’d been standing in a corner behind the airline’s customer service booth. Relief nearly took Wes to his knees. His air whooshed out of his chest, and he bent at the waist, pressing his hands to his thighs to stay upright.

He straightened and started toward her, suddenly blank on what he wanted, needed, to say. How he’d missed her, he couldn’t begin to understand. She wore a deep red dress with a large abstract pattern of chocolate and black spread over the arm and the opposite side of the skirt. The dress was long sleeved but low cut in the front, and the material clung to her every perfect inch. Her spiked heels were black. She wore her silver bangles, a long silver necklace, and several silver rings. Her hair was wound into a pretty knot at her neck, secured with a silver clip, and dark, wavy tendrils framed her gorgeous face.

She sat in a chair at the end of the row and pulled a piece of paper from her purse, then studied it. Wes approached, but Rubi didn’t look up. He dropped both hands on the arms of the seat and used them to lower himself to his knees in front of her.

Rubi gasped and sat back. When her bright eyes met his, a frown of annoyance marred her face, but her eyes were red, puffy, her cheeks still damp with tears. The sight sucked the air from his chest.

“Baby…” was all he managed through the relief, the regret.

“What…?” she started, her frown vanishing. “How…?” Her mouth closed, eyes narrowed. “Lexi. Damn her. She promised.”

“It’s my fault. I didn’t give her a choice. You know how impossible I can be.”

“Yes, I do.” She sat back, putting room between them. “Look, this was a whim, and coming was a mistake. I seem to be making a lot of them lately. Let’s just forget this happened. Forget the last week happened. We’ll go back to being friends. You go back to…whatever you were doing. But I have to go now.”

She sat forward, but Wes didn’t move. “I know you saw me with Melissa, and—”

“I did. She’s way more your type. I get it. It’s fine. A relief, really. We’re all good. Let me get on the plane, Wes. They’re boarding—”

He leaned in and shut her up with his mouth.

Her lips were tight, unyielding. She pushed him back on the chest, eyes blazing. “Don’t even.” She kept her voice to a whispered growl. “I’m not going to play games with you. I won’t share, and I won’t ever settle for being second in a man’s life. I’ve lived that way too long. And I know for a fact that I’m better off alone.”

“Now boarding group number two on United Airlines flight 5612 to Los Angeles. Group two.”

She pushed to her feet, but Wes grabbed her arms and pulled her back down.

“Goddammit,” she rasped. “Don’t make me throw a fit here.”

“Melissa and I dated for a long time back in high school and college.” He let the words spill out. “She kissed me, I told her I was seeing someone, and she apologized. That’s it. That’s all there was to it.”

“It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have come. I realized this was a mistake the moment I hit thirty-thousand feet. But I had forward momentum, so I kept going. Seeing you and Melissa just confirmed this was wrong. Just made me realize we shouldn’t be trying to force something that isn’t, I don’t know, natural. Meant to be. We need to let it go, Wes.”

Panic flared in his veins, and determination settled in. “No way.” The sound came out more menacing than he’d intended, but he felt her slipping, and he was holding on tight. “You made plane reservations. You found someone to take care of Rodie. You drove over an hour to the airport. Got on a plane. Rented a car. Drove all the fucking way to my parents’ house in a place you’ve never been before, then drove back to the VA. You are not making me believe this is a goddamned whim. If you want to go home, go. But you’re going to admit I matter to you before you get on that fucking plane.”