Page 58 of Life To My Flight

His eyes were on Molly as if she were a mug of beer in the middle of a frat party.

In fact, if I had to make an educated guess, I’d bet that Torren was just as in love with Molly now as he was a couple of years ago.

If she wasn’t careful, she’d lose him before she even got him.

Which, I thought, she had a very good chance of doing.

The air was cool once I hit the outside air, and it was extra dark due to the storm still ravaging the night sky.

Opening my flimsy umbrella, I made my way to my car cursing myself for not bringing my good umbrella that spanned about four feet.

“Hey, you got a light?” A man said from his car as I passed.

I shook my head. “Nope. Sorry.”

A fat droplet of rain hit me in the face just as I reached the car, and I opened the door without looking, dropping down into the opening.

I lost the grasp I had on the umbrella as the wind gusted particularly hard, and I slammed my car door shut.

“I should just go home,” I grumbled as I watched my pretty pink umbrella tumble down the parking lot.

Sighing, I reached for my bag, digging down to the very bottom.

“There you are, you slippery little bastard,” I murmured.

Clicking the center button, my phone lit up.

Four missed calls.

“Oops,” I said as I opened the phone app.

It wasn’t who I’d thought it was, though. It was Audrey telling me she was running a few minutes late.

Clicking Audrey’s name, I listened to the phone as it rang and rang, finally being picked up by her voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. I was just returning your call. I’m not going to be at the bar. I think I’m just going to go home.”

My next call was to Cody.

“Hello?” He answered on the fourth ring.

“Hey,” I hesitated. “I might have accidentally lost my umbrella...and I’m wearing white scrubs, so there’s no way I’m coming back in there.”

“It’s okay,” he laughed. “Dooley walked in right after you left. It works out. Be careful driving home. Text me when you get there so I know you’re safe.”

I felt warmed by his concern.

It’d been just me taking care of the world so long that it felt nice to be cared after.

“Okay, thanks Cody. I’ll see you in two days,” I said just before hanging up.

Starting my car, I pulled through the parking space and straight into the street.

My drive home was luckily short, but I knew as soon as I got out of the car that I’d be soaked.

I stuffed my phone down deep into my bag, followed by my jacket before I zipped it up, perused the distance to my door, opened the car door, and flung myself out.

I slammed the door shut behind me, but the sound was lost in the howl of the wind.

I started running up the stairs two at a time, and finally came to a stop under my awning, soaked through and through.

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