Chapter 11
The plane jolted as it hit the runway, and Christopher tightened the death grip he already had on his phone. As soon as the flight attendant announced it was all right to make calls, he punched in Gage’s number.
His shoulders sank when it clicked over to voice mail. Again. Closing his eyes, he rubbed at his forehead as he listened to the message, trying to quell his disappointment so he didn’t sound as worried as he felt when he spoke.
“Hey, I hope you haven’t lost your phone. I keep getting your voice mail. Anyway, I decided to leave Seattle early, so I’m back in Salt Lake. I guess I’ll see you when I get to the hotel.” He hesitated, then added, “I missed you. You have no idea how much.”
He disconnected and slid the phone into his pocket. Not for the first time, he wished h
