Her lungs compressed. It was hard to breathe and get her brain to acknowledge that Jake was there. He said he loved her in the middle of a crowded airport. She brought the phone down from her ear and shoved it into her pocket. Then, when she finally got her feet to move, she spun on her heels. Sure enough. There he was, standing in the middle of the terminal with his hands fisted at his sides.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mumbled, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Dare she hope that he was telling her the truth? She had been two seconds from hopping out of the security line to hail a cab back to him. The man she loved. The crowd grew more interested in them. She hoped people would keep walking but nobody seemed interested in missing their conversation.
“Ja
