Page 67 of One More Weekend

If it’s meant to be, it will be.

The words would have to be enough to get me through the next few months while I found my footing.

The line crawled forward.

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My driver’sfrown turned to a devious smirk as he turned off his light and pulled into traffic.

Clutching the oh-shit bar in the back seat, I watched with terrified amusement as this man weaved between cars, bikes, and people with ease. It was like he was auditioning to be a stunt driver in the nextFast and the Furiousmovie.

I couldn’t stop my foot from shaking as I watched the ETA on his navigator shrink.

It better not be too late.Shaking my head, I couldn’t stop myself from being annoyed by my own inability to tell Jenna how I felt.

Maybe if I had been honest about how she made me feel from the jump, maybe then she would have stayed despite the money.

Of course, deep down, I knew it was more complicated than that. But then again, maybe it wasn’t.

By the time we made it to the highway, my driver was zipping down his lane. Spotting the traffic ahead, he groaned.

“Do whatever you have to do, I’ll give you my number. I’ll pay the tolls and fines.” The words were out of my mouth beforeI could consider just how much that might cost me. But I was done caring, all I could do was get myself back to Jenna.

Nodding, he peeled off onto the shoulder and zipped past the traffic to reach our exit.

I hadn’t stopped clutching the bar until we pulled up outside of Jenna’s Terminal. Reaching into my wallet, I grabbed the $100 bill I kept in there to make myself feel wealthy and handed it to him.

“Send any fines to 21 Catherine, Apt 6L. And thank you.” I managed as I scrambled out of the car.

Closing the door behind me, I ran toward the automatic sliding doors of the Terminal. Traffic had eased up on our route, making my drive faster than Jenna’s. And I knew that she had to check her bag before getting in the security line.

I’d only lingered in the apartment for fifteen minutes.

Please let it be enough.I just needed to try, just needed to get these words out so she knew how I really felt. I couldn’t let her leave thinking this was all so simple for me.

Scanning the security line, the whole place was packed and the group was hardly moving. All signs pointing in my favor.

I started walking along the snaking line, trying to look at every face and hoping my brain would pick up on the faded pink hoodie she was wearing.

“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath, getting on my tippy toes to scan the crowd.

An idea struck as I shoved my hand into my pocket and dug around for my phone. Pulling it out, I opened our messages and clicked on our location share. It would be the fastest way for me to see if I even had a shot.

The little blue dot loaded in slowly, delayed by the insane amount of phones and signals being sent around the airport.

But I pumped my fist when it loaded.

She has to be here.All I had to do was find her. There was a slim chance that her location was lagging, that she’d already gone through TSA and it was too late for me.

So I moved along the line, jogging next to the rope as I hunted for her. I was already drawing looks when I slowed down and shook my head. I was running out of ideas and time as the line's pace started to pick up.

What if it’s too late?

I had one last trick up my sleeve.

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