Teagan got off the plane in Los Angeles, a swarm of angry bees stinging his stomach. But there was no turning back now. Doctor Curtis had encouraged him to find any open doors that needed to be closed, and close them.
And the one with Caroline and Abby was wide open. He wanted to keep the door open with Abby, but in order to move on with another woman, he needed to speak to both of them. Surprisingly, Caroline had answered his texts easily, and she’d arranged for a driver to pick him up at the airport.
He passed the security line of people going in, glad he didn’t have to wait for his luggage. A stuffy man wearing a black suit and sunglasses held a placard with his first and last name on it, and Teagan lifted his hand and said, “I’m Teagan Hatch.”
“ID please,” he said, and Teagan sighed
