SAMANTHA'S POV
An obviously surprised (and a little annoyed) Vincent welcomed us to the airport. I thought it was a little odd because he sounded enthusiastic when I talked to him earlier on the plane.
What changed his mood? No. What made him excited earlier?
I glanced at Vincent, who was walking behind us. He was keeping his head down, a crease formed between his brows. His right hand was stroking the stubble on his chin.
I guess I will never figure him out.
Samuel and I almost jumped when Vincent stomped his foot on the floor.
"Hey, what was that?"
Vincent cleared his throat. His hand was waving in mid-air as he searched for words. Stuttering, he said, "I will go ahead to the parking lot. I will meet you at the hack stand."
Samuel chuckled. He groaned when the cart's wheels
