Shawn waited until everyone else had deplaned before he stood up and collected his carryon luggage. He didn’t want to be here in Miami, and he prolonged the moment as long as possible.
But he couldn’t stay on the plane, so he got off, nodding to the flight attendants as he did. He’d almost forgotten where he parked or what his car looked like. He’d almost forgotten the way from the airport to his apartment, and he almost forgot which floor he lived on.
He found his way home, though, and he stood just inside the closed door, a sigh leaking from his lips.
Jason would expect him within an hour, but Shawn didn’t want to wear his rumpled suit he’d found wadded up in the corner of his suitcase and tried to steam all the wrinkles out of it with an appliance that barely worked.
He hadn’t showe
