Tate pov
He hung up the phone with Willow feeling like utter horseshit. Tate knew Willow wanted him to spend the holiday with her and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. He looked out the giant plexiglass windows of O’Hare airport and there was nothing but ice and snow on the runway. God, he hated the Midwest and the East Coast, basically anywhere that had snow.
He also hated this damn book tour and was glad it was over. While there were about half of the people that showed up were veterans who were inspired by his story or wanted to support him. When veterans showed up Tate was always humbled by their support and words of encouragement.
The bulk of the people who showed up were women and wannabes. The woman all slipped their number into his pocket while hugging him and pushing th
