Livvy became aware of two men standing to the right of the plane. “We have a welcoming committee.”
The one in civilian clothes was Trey’s college buddy, Bernard “Brick” Kensington, a USO manager. Coincidentally, he’d been sent to England only a few days before them by the USO to set up entertainment for the troops.
Trey stepped out of the airplane doorway and spotted Brick. “Hey, Old Buddy. How did you know I was flying in today?”
“You’re not the only one with powerful connections.”
Trey grabbed both bags and scrambled downward—two steps at a time—leaving behind a significant amount of vibration and rattle. Despite that shiver and shake, Livvy deftly managed the steps in her WAVES pumps, while clutching the shoulder strap of a thoroughly bloated, navy blue leather purse. As she reached the tarmac, Brick unexpectedly grabbed her around the waist, lifted her in the air, and twirled her around twice before setting her back on her feet and giving her a smacking kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, that’s my officer you’re manhandling,” Trey protested.
Livvy took note at the sharpness in his voice.
Brick ignored him and turned to Livvy. “How's my favorite commander’s aide doing after two days of flying?”
She extricated herself from his roaming fingers. “A little dizzier after that twirl.”
He guffawed but took two steps back as if to give her space.
She swiped the back of her hand across her cheek to rid herself of Brick’s kiss, checked her seams, and made sure her rumpled skirt hadn’t ridden up during her time in the air.
She’d met Brick a few weeks before this flight. Although blond, well-built, and possessing a chiseled jaw that many women would swoon over, Brick also possessed something too smooth for her taste. He was slippery when it came to psychic probing, too. She’d tried to explore his psychic aptitude when they were first introduced a few months back, but she’d been shut down at all attempts. She never got enough of a reading to know if this was intentional on Brick’s part or if he was just one of those people who innately protect their auras.
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