Page 66 of At First Flight
Fuck, that’s my worst nightmare when I’m away, that she’ll think I left them the same way their mom had.
Dean:
I went and saw Scarlett today. They get to go home tomorrow.
Lila:
She’s beautiful. Mom still doing okay?
Dean:
Rory is one of the strongest women I know. Especially because she willingly puts up with Talon’s grumpy ass.
Lila:
Haha, I know someone similar. I want
The conversation pauses, and I wonder if she’s settling farther into the sheets.
Sorry. I wanted to know if you would take the kids to a birthday party this weekend. You said you’d be back?
Dean:
Of course. You deserve a day off. I’ll be back by tomorrow.
Lila:
Everyone will be happy to see you.
Dean:
Does that “everyone” include a gorgeous blonde who ran through an airport in a wedding dress?
I laugh under my breath. The knot I hadn’t realized was tangled in my chest eases a bit.
Lila:
I’ll let you decide.
Saucy little minx.
Dean:
I’ll let you get some sleep. I just needed to hear from you.
Lila:
I’m glad you messaged.
Sleep well.
I set the phone down beside me, my mood levels better than it had been before I reached out.
The following day, I’m on the road before dawn breaks. I messaged a quick farewell to my friend and his new family, knowing that my baby gift would arrive around the same time they make it home. Because a baby can’t do without a trust fund set up in their name, courtesy of their godfather.
One good thing about leaving before most people is I miss the stares and whispers. Despite it happening weeks ago, rumors still swirl around that damn magazine article naming me theWorld’s Sexiest Billionaire Heir.
