Chapter 6Noah hovered near the baggage claim at LAX, trying to mask his growing nerves with an indifferent smile. The plane from Salt Lake City had been at the gate for over thirty minutes, and he knew it took some time to disembark, to travel through the terminal, to maybe take a potty-break. And LAX was a huge place. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for somebody to get turned around, confused, lost. And he knew they were on the plane, because Luke had called him just before take-off.
So there was no reason to be sick with nerves. No reason why his palms should be all sweaty, or his pulse should be pounding erratically in his throat. No reason at all. Just because this felt like an audition didn’t mean it was an audition. Noah didn’t actually believe he could convince Luke to move to L
