Nic was so damn anxious to see Cat, he almost left his cell phone on the plane.
Hailing a cab, he texted Cat.
I’ve landed. Give me a few minutes and I’ll swing by and pick u up.
She replied quickly that she would be ready.
He wondered what her day had been like, if she’d ventured off hotel property to draw with her charcoals. He made a mental note to ask if she was being taken only to safe areas. Maybe she’d gone on a tour. The resort could schedule so many fun things; Nic had tried several tours over the years. He thought of planning something for them this weekend.
Every once in a while Dillon popped in his head. If Dillon were alive today, Nic knew Cat would be the kind of woman he would tell his best friend all about.
As he arrived at her door, a small bouquet of flowers in hand,
