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He only had two small bags, so he took everything as carry-on. The only things not in his bags were his wallet, a reading light, and his biology book. He was hoping to sleep most of the way, but he wanted something to read just in case. The first leg of the trip at least was reasonably packed. He hoped he didn't get stuck next to a "larger" person with an unpleasant smell. That had happened the last time he took the bus somewhere, and he wasn't looking forward to that.

"Excuse me," came a pleasant voice. Wes looked up and saw a vision of heaven leaning over, giving him a generous view of a great rack. "I think I'm in the window seat."

"Sorry." He tucked his legs in while the young woman moved across. Suddenly, Wes hoped there was no one assigned to the middle seat. This woman was simply stunning. Medium-length brown hair fell lazily around her face, but didn't obscure her large, dark eyes. A man could get lost in those eyes. She had reasonably high cheekbones, ruby-red lips, and flawless skin. She had a delicate, smooth tan on her face, arms and legs, and he was willing to bet she had no tan lines anywhere. Her semi-formal jacket was strained at the seams in a vain attempt to contain a truly gorgeous chest. Her ample cleavage (also tanned) was tastefully displayed through the opening. She wore a short skirt revealing toned and lightly muscled legs. She had the physical dimensions of a magazine centerfold. And she even smelled nice.

She sat down and quickly closed the window shade; her hands shaking a bit.

"Not a big fan of flying," Wes asked.

"You could say that," she returned nervously. "I'm okay when in the air, but takeoffs and landings are bitches."

Wes wondered if he could do anything to help ease her anxiety. He looked her over for clues as to her interests. She had her purse with her, and hanging out of the pocket was part of a key chain with a picture of a little girl on it.

"Who's the girl?" he asked.

She glanced down at her purse and a happy glow overtook her. "That's my daughter, Samantha. She is so adorable!" She had the look of joy good mothers always had when they talked about their children.

"Your daughter?" he said, a little louder than expected. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. But she looks three or four, and you . . ."

"I'm twenty-one. Had her when I was seventeen."

"I didn't mean to pry, but that's pretty young. Is your husband looking after her?" She rolled her eyes a bit, and waved her fingers in the air. No wedding ring. Wes felt embarrassed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stick my foot in my mouth quite so quickly."

"You never do." Luckily, she was still smiling, so he hadn't completely ticked her off. "No, her FATHER has her this week, so I'm going to go visit my sister for a few days. She's old enough now that we're trying to explain to her what happened." With that, the woman shut down, staring at the seat in front of her.

"I didn't mean to pry." Wes got the impression she wasn't going to talk about anything else if he didn't earn her trust. "I get it though. Things don't always go as planned. I'm on my way to visit my brother, the proverbial apple of my parents' eyes, who is apparently gay, and then I'm coming home to a situation that could spell my academic doom." He was a little shocked that he had come out and said all that, but for some reason, he really wanted to talk to this woman. And her curiosity was obviously piqued. He found himself telling her about his brother and the phone call he had received, and then he told her about his fling with the president of the university's wife. Wes was convinced that this would anger the other passenger, but it turned out not to be the case.

"She sounded lonely," the woman said with an absent look in her eye.

"She was," he returned. "But I think she's going to be all right."


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