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Portland International
September 2
11:00 p.m.
Liam glanced sideways at Elsa as he took the exit for Portland International Jetport and followed the signs to long term parking. When he’d arrived to pick her up, instead of an argument as he’d expected, she’d given him a sweet smile. But since he was once more seeing a new side of her, he was floundering, unsure what to say and how to act.
He parked and as he was rounding the front of the car, he happened to catch her eye. She was watching him, an expression on her face he couldn’t decipher. One that had him pulling open her door and reaching for her. “Come here.” And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she slid into his arms.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured against his collarbone. “I feel like my brain is sluggish.”
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