Page 37 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“Liar.” She stuck out her tongue. “Please listen for the timer. I’ll be back soon. And don’t try to get the lasagna out by yourself.”
“I won’t.”
“I’ve got it timed, so it will finish cooking in the oven.”
“You literally just said that.”
“Oh.”
“I won’t try to get it out. And I’ll be listening while I answer these emails, so I can turn the oven off and make sure the house doesn’t burn down before you get back.”
“Good. Do you know how upset I’ll be if the lasagna is ruined?”
“How upset?”
“I’ll fill a thousand pools with my tears.”
Andrew clapped. “That’s very poetic.”
“Oh, my gosh. ’Bye.”
“Brush your hair!” he called down the hallway after her.
“I’ll do it in the car!” She pulled her coat on and ran out to the car, immediately cranking up the heat. The traffic wasn’t bad. On the interstate she set cruise control, and very carefully attempted to comb her hair with one hand. Some gut feeling told her she should stop and wait until she was parked at the airport. After living through both Amelia and Andrew being in life-threatening accidents, she had learned not to mess around with cars. Instantly, she stopped combing.
There was a little traffic congestion getting into the airport, but she managed to control her road rage and not yell at cutting cars. Pleased with herself, she parked in the temporary spaces and grabbed her brush. “Come on, hair, please cooperate.” Every thirty seconds she glanced at the clock.
Her phone beeped. Andrew sent a photo of the oven, which was off.
Thank you so much, she replied. I’m going in to get him.
Try not to get carried away with yourselves, he sent back. I don’t want this whole thing on my own.
She felt her face flush. Don’t you dare! See you in a bit. Locking the car behind her, she tried to do a graceful-looking jog into the arrival hall. Cayden had said to pick her up alone, but it looked like they wouldn’t be able to find that secluded parking space somewhere to get frisky.
I’ll get frisky with him later, she resolved. I’ll do something he doesn’t expect.
There was a good standing space in front of a café. She parked herself there and sent Cayden a quick text. Hey, I’m here in front of—
“Excuse me, Miss, are you waiting for someone?”
Lillian looked up and saw Cayden right in front of her, a big smile on his face. Forgetting everything, she threw her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his mouth.
“Wow!” he exclaimed. “I wasn’t expecting this enthusiastic of a greeting!”
“I missed you,” she whispered in his ear, giving his earlobe a quick nibble.
“Oh, man. I should come back more often.” The skin on his neck prickled. “Did you just get here?”
“Yeah, I did. Were you waiting?”
“I must have walked through at the same time you came in.” He adjusted his backpack and took her hand. “Let’s get home. Unless...”
“Andrew has dinner waiting for us.” She made a pouty face and then winked. “I’ve got some surprises planned for later, though.”
“Tell me more,” he growled, squeezing her hand.
“They’re surprises. You’ll have to see for yourself. Where’s your jacket?”
