THE WEEKEND GETAWAY
As we arrived at the bustling airport, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. Ace clasped my hand tightly, his warm smile providing a small comfort as I scanned the throngs of travelers for our ride.
“Where is he?” I murmured under my breath, the grip on Ace’s hand tightening instinctively. In response, he offered me an encouraging smile, and despite my nerves, I couldn’t help but return it.
We maneuvered our luggage cart through the crowd, my gaze darting to each vehicle that pulled up outside, wondering if they had somehow forgotten us.
I released Ace’s hand for a moment, fumbling through my bag for my phone. Just as I was about to dial the number again, a voice cut through the noise of the airport.
“Miss Lexa Wyeth, is that you?” A young man in his thirties app
