Storm
When I woke, Doyle was already gone.
For a moment, I simply lay there staring at the empty space beside me, remembering everything that had happened during the flight. Then reality came rushing back.
Texas.
Hunter’s Moon.
My old pack.
I dragged myself out of bed, took a quick shower, and dressed before making my way into the main cabin’s lounge.
Sean and Doyle were already there, sitting together and talking quietly. The moment Doyle saw me, he held out his hand.
“Come here, love.”
I walked over, and he pulled me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me as he and Sean continued their conversation.
I rested against his chest, grateful for the familiar comfort.
But beneath that comfort, my nerves were already tightening.
I was going home.
Whether I wanted to admit it
