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“Let me know when and I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“No, Dad. You are not making that drive by yourself. Call Joanna and see if she can come.”

“Alright, alright. Promise me you’ll call when you land.”

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The nice thingabout bad news was that it provided a distraction. And the great thing about being trapped in a flying tube for six hours was that I couldn’t access Facebook. I was finally able to get back to work on a book I had been working on. Unfortunately, the more I wrote, the more it turned out to be about Shane.

I needed an intervention.

It was almost midnight when the plane landed. I didn’t want my father driving at that hour to pick me up, but I did promise I’d call. As the bell dinged indicating we could unfasten our seat belts, I called my dad’s cell.

“Hello, Rosalie! Did you have a good flight?”

“It was good, not much turbulence. Listen, don’t pick me up. It’s late, so I’m just going to take a cab.”

“It is late, but I’m not coming to get you. Is he there yet?”

“I’m just getting off the plane now. Is who here yet?”

“Shane. Shane is coming.”

Great, now I’m hearing things.

“What? I must’ve lost you. What did you say?”

“Shane is coming. He should be there. He’s coming to pick you up.”

I hung up the phone and looked at the line of people ahead of me waiting to get out of the plane. Should I change? I look like crap. And Lord knows what my hair looks like. Why is he here?

As I got off the plane, everything began to spin. I moved out of the way and sat in the waiting area as I forced myself to breathe normally. My heart raced and for a moment I thought I was going to get sick.

What is wrong with me?

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the ladies' room and looked at myself in the mirror. I splashed some water on my face and rummaged through my bag for some lipstick to give myself some color. I pulled my hair out of the elastic holding my ponytail and ran my fingers through my hair. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.

I walked through the gate, pulling my bag behind me as my heart pounded. At that moment, I realized how dull my life had been since he left. Sure, I graduated college and moved across the country, but there was nothing else to my life, it was black and white.

As I stepped past security, I saw Shane standing in the middle of the walkway with an airport bouquet of flowers in his hand. He was wearing black pants and a fitted eggplant-colored shirt. His hair was brushed back with a part on the side and he had on black framed glasses which made him look even sexier, something I didn’t think was possible.

A smile spread across his face when he saw me. He lifted his other hand, which held a white card with ‘Princess Rosalie’ neatly printed on it.

My heart leapt, reminding me what it was like to live again. As I walked faster towards him, he came to me, dropped everything, and picked me up and spun me around. I threw my arms around his neck, holding on as I laughed despite the tears that swelled in my eyes.

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