Chandler
I'm stalling.
Moving Winsome's belongings onto the truck took less time than getting to the airport. Who knew Columbus traffic could be as crazy as the 101?
I glance at Winsome.
She's wearing headphones and reading a book.
I want to ask her who reads physical books anymore, but I've learned from asking her about taking baths. I became her "p**n star," and I'm still unsure what I think about that.
Two things needle me regarding Winsome.
I pull my phone from my pocket and kiss Winsome's cheek.
She glances up and smiles, giving me the sweet "don't bother me look."
I sit on the couch across from our seats and take care of the first problem. I send Val the picture of the mystery man with a text:
Val, find out everything you know about this guy. If you run into roadblocks, add
