Althea's Pov
I check my watch for the fifth time in as many minutes. The boarding gate is getting crowded as passengers line up in their assigned groups, and there's still no sign of Eros.
Typical.
My boss can't be bothered to show up on time for a commercial flight.
"Final boarding call for Flight to the Savannah region, " the gate agent announces, voice tinny through the airport speakers.
I grip my carry-on handle tighter, scanning the terminal again. Part of me wonders if this is some kind of play- making me wait, making me worry. The other part of me is genuinely concerned.
Could something have happened to him?
My phone buzzes with a text, startling me out of my thoughts.
Almost there.
I roll my eyes and type back quickly. Hurry up, they're boarding final call.
I'm about to
