With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

outside he saw led to the runways. Weird. Or perhaps it
    wasn’t. He’d never been out of New Mexico. Maybe all airports were like this.
    Matt strolled up to the counter of a gift shop and waited for one of the two ladies working there to
    look his way. “Excuse me.”
    A pretty black girl about Matt’s age smiled at him. “What can I do for you, sugar?”
    “This is going to sound like a really silly question, but how in the world do I get out of here?”
    She shook her head. “Not silly at all. I assume you mean how do you get to your ride?” Noting Matt’s
    nod, she pointed toward the left. “Head all the way to the end and take either a right or a left.”
    “Thank you.” As he walked off toward his destination, his phone alerted him to a new text message.
    Matt didn’t recognize the number.
    With Abandon
    What r u wearing?
    Huh? Matt blinked at the phone, sure he’d read it wrong. Wasn’t that how phone sex started? He
    wasn’t dating anyone.
    This is Tara. I had 2 park far so I came in.
    “Oh.” Matt responded, white polo, blue jeans, black sneakers.
    She answered back with, Hmm, not real helpful. Other stats? I’m in a red Falcons ball cap, black
    tank & denim shorts. Black hair in a ponytail.
    Matt typed, short black hair, 5’9”. Black duffle and black rolling suitcase.
    Awesome. I’m just getting 2 baggage claim area. C u in a few. Look 4 me.
    A little farther down the concourse, he spotted moving sidewalks and jogged toward them. “Cool.”
    People walked instead of waiting for the conveyor belt to move them forward, so Matt took a few steps. It was like traveling at supersonic speed, like he was Flash or someone. “Awesome.” Chuckling, he picked up his pace and took a couple of pics of the sidewalk with his phone. He got some video too. The end of the sidewalks came way too soon. Matt put his phone away and continued to make his way to the end of the
    terminal.
    Up ahead, escalators led to the baggage claim. Matt stepped onto the escalator and checked his voice
    mail. There were no new messages. Since he had the phone out, he looked to see if his movie of the moving sidewalk recorded.
    The rubber soles of his shoes squeaked to a halt on the metal grid at the end of the escalator and Matt tumbled forward. He flailed for several seconds and belly-flopped on the ground. He whacked his chin on the floor and his phone flew from his grasp. Ow. His luggage fell next to him, and the bag over his shoulder splatted on his back.
    Before he could pick his idiot self up off the floor, the most wonderful scent in the entire universe
    tickled his nose. The woodsy aroma held a hint of spice and vanilla.
    “Oh my God! Are you okay?” a husky female voice asked.
    Matt’s cock began to harden. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeper. A soft flowery smell drifted by
    as well.
    When he opened his eyes, a pair of feet in black flip-flops with little skulls and crossbones on them
    filled his line of vision.
    Oh crap. He sniffed again. The arousing scent grew stronger. His prick hardened into a full-blown erection, and that was saying something, as bad as his chin and his pride hurt. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.
    He wanted to roll himself in that heavenly aroma.
    Mate , his mind whispered.
    No, Matt’s conscience shouted.

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    His stomach clenched painfully, and he became lightheaded. “This can’t be happening, this can’t be
    happening, this can’t be—” Matt glanced up and up and up long tanned legs to a pair of ragged, blue-jean cutoffs covering curvy hips and hanging just below a tiny waist. Farther up a black tank top concealed generous breasts. Her hair was black and pulled into a ponytail beneath an Atlanta Falcons ball cap.
    “Tara?”
    “Matt? Is that you?” She squatted, offering him a delicate hand. “Are you okay?”
    “Feeling rather stupid at the moment but okay. Thanks.” Matt jumped to his feet, a little dazed, a little sore, a lot embarrassed and confused.
    Tara retrieved his phone while he got his luggage and readjusted the duffle on his shoulder. That’s
    when he got his first look at her face. Aubrey was right, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her features were as refined as the rest of her, and she wasn’t wearing even a hint of makeup. She wasn’t at all what he’d
    expected.
    A sunny smile lit her face, making her even more beautiful. She epitomized femininity, even if she
    was every bit as tall as Matt. Up close, there was no