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Romi passed me her phone.
Blue: Fog at airport. Flight cxld. New 1 lands 3 hrs l8r.
She’d followed it up with three swearing emojis, so I figured she wasn’t happy about the situation, but I couldn’t say I was disappointed. The less time I had to spend with Blue Carver, the better. Plus the delay meant I’d have Romi to myself for longer, and the selfish, sadistic part of me didn’t mind that idea.
“She’s getting a cab from the airport?”
“She drove her rental car there, but I’m not totally sure it’ll make the trip back.”
Shame. I took a seat on the couch, and since Brooke was out, I put my feet up on the coffee table.
“How’s your head?”
Romi had finished the grilled un-cheese, swallowed two Tylenol, and taken a shower while I answered my emails. The rest of the morning was o
