Page 110 of Sack

He grinned. “Completely.”

“Flight 165 to San Diego is now boarding at gate 9.”

“That’s me.” Ivy stood, picking up her carry-on and slinging it over her shoulder.

Colt snatched her hand. “Don’t forget to text me as soon as you land.”

“I won’t.”

“I’m going to miss you.”

She stepped in close, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’m going to miss you, more.”

“Impossible.”

“Whatever will you do with yourself while I’m gone?”

His hand cupped her neck, his thumb tracing her jaw. “Mope around the house until you come home.”

She tipped her head back and laughed. “Good answer.”

He leaned down and kissed her smiling lips.

Ivy looked over her shoulder and saw the line was almost at an end. “I better go.”

He gave her one last kiss before stepping back. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She got into line, and after handing her boarding pass to the attendant, looked back. Colt was still in the same spot, watching her. She gave him a wave before turning to make the long walk down the passenger boarding bridge.

“If one of us doesn’t win this year, I’m filing a formal complaint.” Crystal eyed them each in the mirror.

“Agreed.” That came from Jessica.

Ivy fastened the hammered-tin choker around her neck that went with the award ceremony dress she had on that Leia wore at the end of A New Hope. “I triple agree.”

“Hey,” Tina said, craning her head around Jessica to look at Ivy. “Why aren’t you wearing the bikini outfit? You always wear it for the costume contest.”

Ivy felt her cheeks heat and hid it by reaching for the blusher. “And I never win, do I?” She swiped the blush brush across her cheek. “I thought I’d switch it up.” She didn’t want to tell her friends that Colt had forbidden her from wearing it. She’d tried to argue but lost when he’d pointed out hewasher boyfriend and therefore had the right.

Crystal smirked at her through the mirror. “Colt told you you couldn’t wear it, didn’t he?”

Ivy grimaced. “Pretty much.”

“Well, I for one think what you have on now is much better,” Tina said.

Ivy grabbed the skirt of the dress and swished it. “Thanks.” She did feel pretty in it.

“And it’s perfect,” Jessica said.

Ivy frowned at her through the mirror. “Why is it perfect?”

Her eyes got big, and she glanced at her other two friends.

Ivy’s frown deepened.

“Oh, no reason really. Just white looks good on you, so you’re sure to win.”

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