Three rows ahead of her, she heard Dan laugh at something Tully had said. So far, she’d managed to avoid him, but she hadn’t forgotten his threat. She wanted to believe that he understood what she’d been trying to do before the game, but somehow she doubted that he’d be as gracious as Webster.

Almost as if he were reading her thoughts, he turned his head and scowled at her. She watched with alarm as he began to unfasten his seat belt. Jumping quickly to her feet, she slipped past Ron and escaped to the back of the plane, where the battered players greeted her boisterously. She visited with all of them, but when Darnell asked her to get Pooh, she declined. She was already living in the danger zone, and she saw no need to dig in any deeper.

Ron was asleep by the time she returned to the first-class cabin. He barely stirred when she slid past him into her seat. As soon as she was settled, she leaned against the window and shut her eyes, only to discover that all the diet soda she’d consumed had caught up with her. Easing back out into the aisle, she walked hastily past Dan’s first row seat and slipped into the lavatory.

She hated using airplane toilets. She was always afraid the plane would choose the exact moment she was most defenseless to crash, and she’d spend her final seconds of life spiraling toward earth with her bottom bare to the world. As a result, she hurried through, washed her hands, and was just opening the bolt on the door when it flew out of her grasp. Before she could react, Dan squeezed in next to her and shot the bolt back into its locked position.

“What do you think you’re doing!”

His massive body pressed her up against the washbowl. “I’m giving us a little privacy so we can talk.”

The tiny cubicle was much too cramped for both of them. One of his knees wedged between her thighs and her breasts flattened against his chest. It was hard for her to catch her breath.

“I don’t want to talk to you now. It’s obvious you’re going to lose your temper, and I don’t happen to feel like being yelled at.”

Anger crackled from him. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you stormed into my locker room tonight.”

“I didn’t storm in!”