LIZZIE WAS STILL SMILING when she reached her car in the airport’s parking garage. She and Donny had spent a while talking after the meal, then returned to the house for their bags and headed to the airport.
They’d gone to the ticket counter to check their bags and get their boarding passes, then wound their way through security. By one-thirty, they’d found two seats just outside the gate for Lizzie’s flight to Seattle.
When boarding started, Lizzie turned to him to say goodbye, and was puzzled when he took her hand and walked over to get in line.
“What are you doing?”
“Well,” he revealed, “you said you hate to fly. So, I hope it’s all right that I booked myself on this one with you, to take your mind off the flight. I’ll connect with another one in Seattle that will take me home to Va
