Chapter 19His whole face lit up with love and longing when the first passengers from the flight began making their way into the terminal and he saw the one he’d been waiting for.
“Tom Alan!”
“Erika!” He adored her. She was precious and endearing, calming and maddening, immature and crass, but he loved her more than he loved any other human being, and he was certain it was written all over his face the moment he laid eyes on her.
She ran to him and threw herself into his arms on land as she had often done on ice. They’d never been away from each other so long, and though it had seemed, from their telephone interaction, that absence made the heart grow bitchier, the fondness between them now was palpable and real.
“I missed you,” she said sincerely. “What’s this?” Reaching up to his face
