Free Michaels, Skye - Mikaela's Debut [The Black Dahlia Hotel 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Skye Michaels

standby flight to Chicago. She was beginning to regret her decision to break the trip up into shorter legs. It would be nice to be on a first class, nonstop flight to San Francisco right now. Well, it could be worse. She could be sitting out on the concourse waiting.
    Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out. Dillon. He kept calling and asking her to come back to Fort Lauderdale. He seemed anxious, and he wanted to know where she was. She had refused to tell him her location. “Dillon, will you stop calling every two minutes. I’m fine. I told you I’ll call when I get where I’m going.”
    “Baby, I miss you. Please come back.”
    “I can’t. You know this is for the best right now. The blackmailer said he’d give me a week. Hopefully, Morgan Court can figure something out by then.”
    “He has an idea, babe.” Dillon sounded tentative.
    “What?” She knew her voice was shaking.
    “They were able to get an approximate location of where the texts originated. They believe they were sent from somewhere near the Brooklyn Bridge. Doesn’t your cousin live in Brooklyn near the bridge?”
    “Dillon. That is impossible. It couldn’t be Maggie. We haven’t seen much of each other lately except at the funeral last year, but I don’t think she could do something like this. And where would she get a naked sex video of me?”
    “Court’s people are looking into it. I just wanted to get your take on the possibility.”
    “I don’t think it’s possible, baby. I really don’t.”
    Dillon seemed to hesitate for a moment. “Mikki, I really miss you.”
    “I’ve been gone a little over three hours, Dillon. I have not gone to the moon.”
    “I’d feel better if I knew where you were.” Again he hesitated. “I’m wearing my rubber bracelets, baby. They make me feel closer to you. Are you still wearing yours?”
    She looked down at her right wrist. She’d forgotten all about the bracelets. “Yes. I have them on.”
    “Please don’t take them off. They make me feel more connected. This situation and your taking off like that really have me spooked, Mikki.”
    She shook her head. Men. They liked to pretend they were so in control. “If it will make you feel better, Dilly, okay. Now I have to go. I’ll call you tonight.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Dillon looked at Dane and Jamie. “I felt like a total fool. I’m some tough Dom. Next time I tell her I’m going to spank her butt she’ll laugh at me.”
    “It’s the end result that counts, Dillon. She’ll forget all about that—especially when you’ve got her over your knee.” Jamie grinned.
    “I’ll make sure she does.”
    Dane said, “She’s in the Orlando airport. We won’t know her destination for a while. John McGregor has a watch out for her credit cards, but she hasn’t used them. Apparently she prepared for this possibility well in advance.”
    “I hope she’s prepared for the possibility of not being able to sit down.”
    Dane and Jamie just smiled at him. Shit. They didn’t believe it either.
     
    * * * *
     
    Aboard an American Airlines flight from Orlando International Airport, Orlando, Florida, to O’Hare International Airport, Chicago, Illinois, Tuesday late afternoon, December 29, 2015
     
    Mikaela relaxed back in the first-class seat for the flight to Chicago, where she would stay over until the next day and then catch a flight to San Francisco. So far her plan was working well. She had not had to use any credit cards. It had killed her not to be able to apply any of her frequent flyer miles for the tickets, but it couldn’t be helped. She sipped the glass of chilled white wine and picked up the inflight magazine from the pocket on the seatback in front of her.
    When she looked up, a tall, well-built, dark-haired man was putting a briefcase in the overhead bin. She couldn’t see his face. His arm was in the way. Oh, the scent of that aftershave was delicious…and familiar. What the hell? She’d had that scent custom blended