Shelby picked Gabe out of the crowd the instant she cleared the automatic doors into the arrivals area. Leaning comfortably against a post near the baggage carousel, Gabe
in form-fitting black denim and a soft gray sweater that matched his eyes was enough to send the blood pressure of any heterosexual female skyrocketing. He didn't appear to
notice the appreciative glances tossed his way, but Shelby did. Sternly ordering her libido down, she nodded to indicate she'd seen him. Hitching the strap of her carry-on bag
over her shoulder, she made her way to the mechanical monster that was starting to spit luggage onto the conveyor belt.
Her flashy red suitcase was one of the first to make it onto the belt. Shelby reached for the handle, but a tanned, very male hand with a plain silver band on one finger
beat her to it. Gabe's scent, spicy and crisp with only a hint of cologne or aftershave, seemed to wrap around her. Her body's reaction was instantaneous. Her belly clenched,
her thighs trembled and her breath caught in her chest. It had been almost eight years since she'd been this close to him and the sensual awareness he ignited simply by
standing beside her was devastating.
She swallowed and again told her unruly hormones to cool it before tilting her head to meet his gaze. She was a bit startled by the heat in it, then chided herself for
being foolish. Gabriel MacKenzie had always had a way of making a woman feel like a goddess. "Gabe," she said, "thanks for meeting me. I could have taken a cab to the lawyer's
He stopped her demurral with a look, a faint smile quirking his lips. "As if Justin and I would let you take a cab."
Taking her elbow, Gabe guided her to the edge of the crowd of passengers still waiting to retrieve their luggage. "He dropped me off to meet you while he went to park the
car. It wasn't until I called the airline on the way here that we realized your flight was landing early, so we were a bit pressed for time."
Before Shelby could comment, someone grabbed her free arm, spun her around and clamped her tight against a broad chest covered by a white T-shirt and a worn leather jacket.
Then, in a move that could have come straight out of a silver-screen classic, she was tilted back over a strong arm and given the kind of kiss that wouldn't have made it past
the decency censors of old Hollywood. Her carry-on bag slid off her shoulder and landed at her feet with a soft thump. Shelby closed her eyes and clasped a square,
rough-shaven jaw in her palms. After only the briefest hesitation, she opened her lips and his tongue surged into her mouth.
He ended the kiss before she was ready to. Reluctantly, she let go of his face and let him steady her as he brought her upright. His eyes blazed blue flames and he grinned
at her with unabashed happiness. "Welcome home, babe," Justin said.
"Yeah, Shelby," Gabe said, drawing her attention back to him. He'd picked up her abandoned carry-on and slung it over his own shoulder, shooting her a sexy smile that was
surprising, given that she'd just been lip-locked with his former rival. "Welcome home."