Lorelei
Steve stepped out of the small American Eagle plane on onto the jetbridge, his nose instinctively turning up at the musty smell. Humid, he thought, but not as bad as home. He tried to ignore the flutter in his belly and the heat shooting down to his ankles, sucking on his teeth to remove any stray pieces, knowing full well there weren’t any. The mirror check, re-check, and the re-check of the re-check during the flight up confirmed he’d gotten everything after he ate. He muttered a curse as...