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Informationen zum Autor Denise Williams Klappentext One of Amazon's Best Romances of March! Love takes flight in a collection of sexy, fun novellas all set at the airport from the acclaimed author of The Fastest Way to Fall . The Love Connection An airport pet groomer meets her frequent-flier crush and finds herself in a fake-dating situation with a professional risk assessor who moonlights as a romance author. The Missed Connection Two strangers share a romantic night only to discover months later that they're professional rivals about to embark on an extended business trip together in this grumpy-meets-sunshine romance. The Sweetest Connection Two best friends have one week to return a lost love letter found in a candy store at the airport—and work up the courage to confess the deep feelings between them—before one of them leaves the country. Leseprobe 1 Ollie “Flight 682, direct service from Miami, has arrived at Gate C7.” I normally tuned out the constant stream of announcements from the disembodied voices over the PA system—flights arriving, flights delayed, gates changed, personal items left at security—but this announcement caught my attention. Pre-Flight Paws was right across from Gate C7. If the airport was a small town, which it often felt like, that gate was our neighbor. Jess walked from the back, calling over her shoulder, “Pepper is an escape artist—be careful when washing him!” After two years of continued popularity and an incredible response from travelers to the idea of having their animals groomed during layovers, we had a staff. Jess let the door swing closed behind her and joined me behind the counter. “You’re staring again.” My best friend and business partner’s voice interrupted me from what wasn’t staring but simply observing the passenger exiting the jet bridge. The tall, broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed mystery passenger. “I am not staring.” “You didn’t even look away when you answered me.” She bumped her hip with mine, nudging me toward the counter. I didn’t know his real name, but around 11:15 a.m. every Tuesday, I watched an Adonis in a dark tailored suit leave the jet bridge, check his phone, look around, and then walk out of my neighborhood to some unknown destination. The only thing that could have possibly made him sexier was if he were holding a book. I was always a sucker for a fellow reader. Jess tsk-tsk-tsked and nudged me out of the way to access the computer. “It’s sad, really.” Mr. Tuesday looked serious all the time, and today a crease formed between his brows as he paused, leaning against a wall, and stared at his phone. “What’s sad?” Her fingers clicked across the keyboard. “That your Diet Coke break is going to be the highlight of your day.” I sipped from my straw, keeping an eye on him. “It’s iced coffee.” “You remember that commercial from the nineties where the women ogled the shirtless construction worker drinking a Diet Coke at the same time every day?” I finally dragged my gaze from Mr. Tuesday. “That sounds . . . problematic. What are you talking about?” Jess rolled her eyes. “So young.” She pulled her phone from her back pocket and searched YouTube. She was only ten years older than me, but apparently that meant I’d missed an entire world of advertising-related pop-culture references. “Hold on.” “Speaking of Diet Coke, how did Pepper end up covered in it and in need of a bath?” I’d returned from the restroom to find his owner, breathless and handing over her little terrier, wet and unhappy, though calorie-free. Jessica held up her phone to me proudly, showing a video of a shirtless man in a hard hat being ogled by women with big hair and bigger glasses. “Apparently, he wriggled away from her and had a run-in with...
