By the time Jason’s plane touched down, he wanted to crawl into bed and not get out for a good long while. He’d gotten the last seat on the plane, and it was in the very back row. So he stayed in his seat, his eyes closed, as the rest of the people gathered carry-ons, packed up laptops and headphones, and inched their way toward the exit.
His phone chimed, but he ignored it. Probably Tyler trying to get him to talk about Lexie again. Or worse, Lyndsey offering to talk to Lexie again.
He didn’t need either item in his life at the moment, as his patience was already razor thin and his exhaustion was at its pinnacle.
If he could just get back to his beach house, he’d be able to figure out what to do. He thought he could replace Getaway Bay with another beach, but he’d been wrong. Fill his
