Chapter 6The drive to the airport was quiet, other than the Christmas music that filled the interior of Kyle’s rental. Pat kept stealing glances at the man who sat in the driver’s seat.
Kyle’s hair was a dark mahogany that looked brown until the light hit it, and then its true color—a deep, rich red—was revealed. Wills was a sucker for red hair, but he’d found his redhead in Theo. Pat didn’t care about hair color; his weakness was curls, and Kyle had them in abundance, a lush carpet of them covering his scalp. Pat found his fingers twitching with the urge to discover their texture.
He sat on his hands and turned his head to stare out the passenger window.
Kyle pulled up to the curb outside Departures. “Let me have your cell phone. I’ll put my number in it, in case you need to call about
