Chapter Thirty-One
Donovan
The plane landed with a slight jostle as the wheels hit the runway. Looking out the window, I watched as everything raced by, the airport slowly coming into focus. As soon as the pilot announced we could turn on our handheld devices, I pulled out my phone, powering it up and hoping to see something, anything, from Jasmine.
Fucking nothing.
I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew she was pissed. I just needed a chance to talk to her and wanted to do it face-to-face. I felt like we’d skipped about fifty steps in our relationship. I was in love with her, and I knew it with deep certainty. It was just that this thing with Bill had thrown me sideways. I’d needed to process it on my own, or at least this part of it.
In the four days I’d been in Denver, there’d been a
