Chapter 14
It was still dark when I met Jeremy downstairs. I rubbed my bare arms, surprised to actually feel cool outside.
“Mornin’,” Jeremy greeted.
I yawned. “Not sure if oh-four-fifteen counts as morning.”
“C’mon.” Jeremy started walking towards the front gate, suitcase in tow.
I grabbed my bag and followed, mesmerised by the rumbling of the suitcase wheels on the bitumen. We waved to the guards and passed by the boom gate, then parked our luggage off to the side to wait for the taxi we’d booked.
Two and a half hours and three coffees later, I beamed out the window as we taxied down the runway. I’m going overseas. I wriggled about in my seat jostling Jeremy’s elbow. He sat there like it was no big deal.
A few hours and a couple more coffees down, I grinned out the window again as
