Chase Me Faster part 8

The third pair of male eyes belonged to Simon Alexander.

Simon was fifty years old - although he paid no attention to his age. He was five foot six inches tall, and carried himself ramrod straight. He had silver hair, a square face that just missed being handsome, and the build of someone who didn't eat to excess, as opposed to someone who worked out.

Simon was terrified of flying which was why he was taking a ship...but he was only mildly less afraid of the big ship sinking under him and was feeling the butterflies. He'd decided that exercise would be the best way to take his mind off his troubles, and had begun walking around the ship.

But it was a huge ship and he'd gotten tired, so he'd found a bench to sit on, and for a few minutes had watched other people walk by. He had seen Michele coming and liked the look of her. After she'd passed, he'd resumed his own walking, although that was just a coincidence. Simon was not a rear-view man.

In any event, he thought as he walked behind her, he did not have the courage to approach her. She was young ... well, thirty-ish... and very attractive, and could probably have any man she wanted.

Besides, he wasn't on this ship for pleasure. He had a package in a money belt around his waist (Simon was dressed in his habitual clothing, light grey slacks, white shirt, and a grey summer jacket) which he had to deliver to people when he arrived at his destination, and so he mustn't get involved with anyone even if he wanted to.

Simon's lips twitched. Even if he could.