Not Quite Perfect
Not Quite #5
September 20, 2016
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With true love, there’s no such thing as a safe distance.
Mary Kildare knows how to read people. It’s both why she makes a great therapist and why she refuses to trust the average bachelor. Staying fiercely independent has been her primary relationship strategy—until wealthy playboy pilot (and commitmentphobe) Glen Fairchild reappears in her life. After a yearlong teasing tug-of-war, Mary and Glen test the waters of attraction, only to find that their physical chemistry runs deeper than flirtation.
At first, a bicoastal romance suits them both—especially since Glen can swoop in and whisk Mary away on one of his company’s planes. But no matter how close they get, they’re still three thousand miles apart. And when Mary’s life is threatened, Glen realizes the one luxury he doesn’t have is time. Can he close the distance between them before it’s too late?
Mary started to leave the gift shop before remembering why she was there.
Doing her best to ignore Glen as he stepped up to the register to purchase the last stuffed toy, Mary randomly grabbed half a doze candy bars and waited fro her to turn.
The seventy-plus-year-old woman behind the counter offered a full smile as she rang up Glen’s purchase. “Are you a pilot?”
Mary had a strong urge to roll her eyes.
“It’s always so nice to see those clean white uniforms. So few young ment pay attention to their whites.”
“It’s hard to attract the attention of beautiful women wearing dingy yellow,” he told her.
She blushed at Glen’s words as she handed him his change. “I’m sure you have no trouble there.”
He had the nerve to glance over his shoulder at Mary.
Instead of pretending she wasn’t listening, Mary met his eyes.
“You’d be surprised,” Glen told the clerk.
He took the bagged-up monkey and took two steps back and waited.
Mary dumped the candy on the counter while Glen stared.
“What?” she asked him.
“Well, that explains why you’re so uptight.”
She narrowed her eyes and looked down.
“Women need chocolate on occasion.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “It’s not . . .”
“It’s okay, Mary. Everything makes sense.”
“It isn’t . . . it’s for Walt.”
Glen looked beyond her at the volunteer behind the register and winked. “I’m sure it is.”
“It is.” The fact that he was insinuating she was on her cycle had her wanting to toss the candy at him. The last thing she wanted to discuss was something as personal as her period.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
The man made her want to scream.
She snatched dollar bills from her purse, tossed them on the counter, then took Walt’s bag of chocolate before storming out of the gift shop without taking her change.
As she expected, Glen followed behind.
She hit the button to the elevator twice. “You were going to give that poor woman in the gift shop a heart attack.”
“Is that right.”
A woman and a toddler moved to stand beside them.
Once the elevator arrived and six people filed out, they pushed in and stood in silence until the mom and son left o the third floor.
“Do you flirt with everyone who wears a bra?”
Glen glanced at the ceiling, “Was she wearing a bra?”
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned the Weekday Brides Series and the Not Quite Series. Bybee lives with her two teenage sons in Southern California.