Page 81 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
You know those chick flicks where the man is at the airport, waiting patiently for the woman at the escalator? Then they see each other, they smile wide and maybe shed a few tears before throwing themselves into each other’s arms?
Do you know what I’m talking about?
Can you picture it?
Thatsowasn’t what mine and Jay’s reunion looked like.
I disembark the plane and run—I mean I run like someone is chasing me—through the concourse with one destination—one person—in mind.
Jay.
I miss him something fierce. I’d only been in California for five days, but it was enough. Heck, ten minutes is enough when you’re separated from the love of your life.
I run by the security check in, garnering a few interested glances from TSA, all the way to where people are waiting for their loved ones. I stop. I look left, then right. No Jay.
Where the hell is he?
“Sunshine!”
My frown turns into a megawatt grin as I turn towards the voice. There he is. All six feet of him, looking gorgeous as ever with his tattooed arms and smiling gray eyes.
I drop my carry-on and run—full-force—into his waiting arms. Only he doesn’t have two functioning arms, he has one, so he can’t quite catch me when I jump on him, and we land with a thud on the floor. The people around us gasp and look on with shocked expressions.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell him, thankful his head didn’t smack the tile floor.
He just smiles up at me. “I’m not,” he says, before taking my mouth in a bruising kiss that is not at all suitable for public viewing.
“Ahem,” a throat clears somewhere above us. I look up to see an airport security officer glowering down at us.
“Sorry,” I say, climbing off Jay and getting to my feet. I reach out my hand and help him up, then scurry off to collect my bag and leave Jay to deal with the angry officer.
It’s okay; my surprise will more than make up for it.
***
“I missed you so much,” I tell Jay, trailing kisses across his naked chest.
“I missed you, too.”
I’m in my favorite place, curled up beside him on his bed, his good arm wrapped around me, and my body deliciously sore from three rounds of lovemaking. Thank God Mac is at work; he would have arrested us for disturbing the peace.
“I couldn’t wait to get back home to you.”
“Home, huh?” he asks.
“Home,” I confirm. “I have something I need to talk to you about.”
I hear his breath catch and feel his body tense against me. He’s still afraid I’m going to leave him.
“What’s up?” he says, attempting to sound casual.
“A while back…I applied to some colleges…education programs, you know?”
He nods stiffly. “And?”
“I got in to my first choice.”
I see his Adam’s apple move as he swallows. “What was your first choice?”
