Her only thought: What the hell does someone do in Midway Airport for hours other than read all the tabloids and drink themselves to death in the overly expensive airport bar? There was nothing else to do to the immediate observer, but Ms. Caroline Pierce had just the plan: veg-out at her gate and continue to salivate over what she had seen last night.

As she sat on the excruciatingly hard chairs by Gate 3B, a smile lit up her delicate, medium brown face. Marc Brown had graced her new thirty-five-inch plasma television the night before. He was in a duel to the death with every one of the Minnesota Twins batters and nailed them all. God, she hadn't seen him in years, since her senior year in high school. All she knew was that he'd been the love of ... read full excerpt from Gotta Have It ebook