As I reached for the last of my suitcases, a masculine hand seized the grip and pulled it off the belt.
“Good evening, Portia.”
“Gregor. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I’ve got the weekend off.”
“And you just happened to be passing through Baltimore?”
He grinned at me. “Alyona called and let me know you were coming home. I had nothing special to do, so I thought I’d drive down.” He stacked my suitcases on a trolley and nodded toward the exit. “How was your flight?”
“Rocky.” Quite a few passengers resorted to the airsick bags as the Air France jet rose and fell like a rollercoaster. For the first time in the years since I’d given them up, I’d craved a Pall Mall.
“I’m parked over here.” He opened the rear passenger door and then went to the trunk, and while he loaded my suitcases,
