Saks grabbed Chrissy and pulled her lithe body to him and melted into her curves. He slanted his mouth onto hers and poured all the passion he felt for this woman into the kiss.
“Chrissy,” said Pearson more sharply. “It’s time to board now.”
“Please don’t go,” whispered Saks. “Stay with me. We’ll figure things—”
“Chrissy,” said Pearson.
“Excuse me, Mr. Pearson.” For a millisecond, Saks’ hopes soared. She was going to tell this Pearson asshole to stuff it. Then Chrissy pushed Saks away. “I can’t stay, Saks. We both know it. Now let go of my arms.”
Reluctantly, Saks stepped away
Without looking back, Christina Marie Serafini walked through the service door and out of his life.
Again.
THE END