Chapter Fourteen
We arrive back in Kansas City two days later, and the closer we get to home, the worse I feel. This weekend was… perfect. Otherworldly. Someone more romantic would call it a fairytale. Whatever it was, it wasn’t reality, and what happens in Napa, stays in Napa. Which means, Roxi and I must return to stolen glances, the occasional kiss for show, and long nights of frustrated sleep. How do we cross back over a line we busted through with weapons of mass destruction?
Roxi is unusually silent. I assume that she’s consumed with similar thoughts, but at the moment, I’m too much of a coward to ask. I glance her direction as I pull the Lotus out of the parking lot at the downtown airport. “f**k it,” I growl as we roll to a stop at the light at Broadway and 35. “I’m not ready for
