Mile High Weekend (Opposites Attract Book 1) by Melinda Di Lorenzo Page A

supposed to be headed, there were no twinkling city lights on display.  The only sign of civilization was a few dull glows in the distance.
    She paused for a second to stare out at the nothingness, and the airport security man gave her an impatient tap on the shoulder.
    “Move,” he grunted.
    All this? Seriously? For a little bathroom action? What are they going to do, throw us in jail? Shit. What if they do throw us in jail? What if we’re labeled as sex offenders? Shit with a cherry on top. If I get a police record because of this…Maybe they’ll just fine us. But what if it’s a big fine? Like, hundred grand. I don’t have a hundred thousand dollars to… Ginnie’s thoughts trailed off as they got closer to the rundown air terminal, she saw that what they didn’t lack was an audience.  A line of passengers from the plane stood waiting at a counter.  And every one of them had his or her eyes fixed out the window, gawking at them.
    Ginnie scanned the crowd, automatically seeking out Lawrence.  It only took a second to find him.  There he was, the brunette wrapped around him, her face pressed into his neck.  And he was looking right at Ginnie.  And her unwelcome entourage.
    Immediately, Ginnie’s face flamed.  A smile – visible even from the distance between – tipped up her former husband’s mouth, making Ginnie’s feet begin to drag.  Then they stopped moving completely once again. 
    The guard on her arm gave her a little pull, but she couldn’t make herself respond.  He shoved her a bit harder, making Ginnie’s feet slip.
    And a snarl from Quinn let her know that at last he’d reacted. 
     

Ten
     
    Truthfully, Quinn had been holding in his fury and frustration since the second the short, stout man named Gilligan had grabbed him. 
    Not because the man wore a gun he could probably yield, and not because TSA was the shit at the airport – and they were probably more than the shit at this tiny terminal – and sure as hell not because he was scared of any of them.
    It was something more refined.
    Professional courtesy. Respect.
    Simple as that.
    Even though it sucked to be hauled from the plane.  Even though he hated the way the passengers were scrutinizing them as it happened.  Even though the other man’s hand on Ginnie’s arm was making him crazy, he continued to hold it in.  He’d decided to wait until they got inside, wait until they were out of the public eye, then speak to them calmly.  Like colleagues.  Like equals.  Work out just what the hell was going on.  He knew he’d have an easier time of convincing them to tell him if he played nice.
    But Quinn didn’t get a chance to follow through on his plan.  Halfway across the tarmac, he saw the guard shove Ginnie, and the girl stumbled.
    What the hell?
    It was too much.  His self-restraint and his training could only take him so far before protective instinct took over. 
    Yeah, it was stupid and reckless.  Yeah, it was get-yourself-shot-in-the-ass-worthy. 
    Quinn knew it and he didn’t care. 
    Instead, he let emotion rule, allowed it to guide his actions as he spun away from the half-assed hold his own guard had on his arm and dove toward the man holding Ginnie.
    In a heartbeat, Quinn had him pulled close to his body, had his gun out of his holster, and had dropped the weapon to the icy ground. 
    Not so tough now, are you, jackass?
    His smugness at his own quick move only lasted a moment.  A click behind him told him that one of the other guards had drawn a gun, and the little whimper from Ginnie told him the man must have it trained in his direction.  Then a rough grip closed on his collar and yanked him off.
    The first guard – Gilligan – spoke in a low, measured tone, right at Quinn’s ear. “We’re a small town, and right now we have an audience. Not to mention that half those nitwits watching us also probably have their cell phones on video mode. I don’t want the bad publicity, so I’m not going to