Page 136 of Stay for Me
He chuckles. “Doubtful.”
“How did this all happen?” I ask.
“Catherine and I went to high school together, and she called and asked if I was still flying. It was really luck, man. I happened to be in the right place at the right time.”
“I might have believed that, but Catherine is something of a witch.”
“She probably somehow rerouted me without my knowing.”
I nod because it’s true. She just happened to be able to find a pilot who was able to take me on a freight plane with next to zero notice. I will never doubt her again. “Thanks again,” I say with my hand extended.
“Not a problem.”
I start to make my way toward the exit where I see a black limo waiting. It blows that I have a little over an hour drive to Sugarloaf, I want to see my girl and this is going to be torture.
Me: I just landed.
Brenna: Thank God.
Me: I feel the same. It’s about an hour from the airport to Sugarloaf.
Brenna: I know. I wish they could’ve dropped you off at the house.
I smile. I wish the same damn thing.
Me: The story about us broke earlier this morning.
Brenna: I saw, it was actually really sweet. The photo was great too.
Me: I agree, but not as sweet as you.
Brenna: What are you doing right this second?
I raise one brow, wondering what the hell she’s asking that for.
Me: Walking to the exit so I can get in the car.
Brenna: Are you able to walk and text at the same time?
Me: Yes. I’m able to do two things at once. LOL. I can’t wait to see you.
Brenna: Look up.
I do, and there she stands at the car door, her long red hair is blowing in the wind, and then she’s running toward me. I’m moving a little faster, but not much, and her smile is wide when she finally reaches me.
“Jacob,” she says, stopping just shy of slamming into me.
I take another step, cup her face, and press my lips to hers. Gone is the pain from my ribs or anywhere else. Right now, I have her, and she’s healing everything broken in me. Just like she has from the start.
Her hands grip my wrists, and we kiss for God knows how long. It could be hours, and I wouldn’t register it. Much sooner than I’d like, she pulls back, her eyes filled with unshed tears.
“I’m here,” I tell her.
“I needed to be here. I needed to see you.”
I kiss her again, short but sweet. “You weren’t alone in that need.” My thumb swipes away the tear that falls. “I never should’ve left you.”
She shakes her head. “No, you had to. I never should’ve tried to make you feel guilty for having to go. You were honest from the start, and I was irrational.”
