The large airport was busy with activity. The cacophony of a hundred tongues from a hundred nations filled the air.
Tourists, dressed in Hawaiian shirts and Bermudan shorts, hiked up and down bearing huge backpacks.
The locals, in smart, navy uniforms, and tidy hair, strolled behind the counters, bringing the check-in desks to order.
I held a finger to my lips and chewed on the nail. A nervous habit. One I hadn’t done since I was four.
My gaze swept the room, seeking out a tall man with beautiful grey eyes and shaggy, blonde hair.
I still couldn’t believe this day had come.
I’d waited several weeks for Clark to respond to me. In that time, I’d shaken up my life.
Bruce and I ended our fling. He’d seemed as indifferent to my words as a casket maker to an order.
After my little speech
