Chapter 10
I was in love with him before passenger boarding even started. While I was getting settled in the galley—counting meals, cracking ice, making coffee, hoarding bottled water for my personal use—he sought me out and re-introduced himself.
“Todd, right?” he verified.
“Yup,” I managed.
“Not Walter?” he confirmed in a teasing voice.
I would have slugged Bobby or Jason for hassling me about my hated name, but to Josh I simply said, “You noticed that?”
“I did.” He thrust out what can only be described as a mitt for me to shake, and I did so with pleasure. Warm, dry, firm, his handshake swallowed my daintier hand. Like his nose, his ears, and his feet, his hands were huge! “I’m Josh.” His voice was loud, but so resonant and smooth that the extra volume just seemed to mean more of
