Chapter 8
I didn’t sleep at all on the plane, though that wasn’t really surprising. I never seemed to settle enough to sleep while flying. Flying direct to Los Angeles from Vermont wasn’t an option, so I connected through Chicago. By the time I reached home, it had been a long, exhausting day of travel.
Already I missed Theo like crazy, and it didn’t help one bit how he had ended things between us. I couldn’t wait to see Marty. He usually managed to put a smile on my face.
I waited until most of the passengers had deplaned before getting up from my seat at the back of the jet. By the time I got inside the terminal, my cell phone was buzzing.
I’m here, read Marty’s text.
Just got off, I texted back.
I’m waiting by the baggage claim.
I knew Marty wouldn’t make everything all right, bu
