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Oh, jeez.
“You’re jumping ahead. He’s just helping me,” Birdie said.
Finally, someone was the voice of reason.
“Yes, of course. I just have a good feeling about him.”
“Me, too.” Birdie hugged her some more. A few tears rolled down her face, but she was holding it together better than Em.
“My turn.” I pulled the girls apart and gave Birdie a bearhug. “Don’t let that Viking into your bed. He’s not husband material.”
Birdie snorted. “I know that. But he’s nice to me and I like him.”
“Not a good combination, Bird. If you need anything, anything at all, call me. I’ll be there within a day.”
“And I’ll be riding shotgun.” Em squeezed into our hug.
“You guys are the best. But I’m only gonna be gone for as long as it takes the club to catch the culprits. I’ll be back before you know it.” Birdie pulled away and inhaled a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
“Melody?” a deep voice said from behind me.
“Saint?” Birdie stared in shock. “What are you doing here?”
“Nothing much. Just waiting for you to hurry it up so we can fly home to Montana.”
Birdie grinned and her cheeks turned pink.
“Minnesota is her home,” Ember snipped.
Saint didn’t reply. He took Birdie’s carry on and stared at her. “You ready, Melody?”
“Am I ready?” She flicked her blue eyes at Ember.
“I think you are, babe.”
“Well, I’m not gonna stay out in the bitterly cold for much longer. If you’re coming with me, we’re going inside now,” he told her in a no-nonsense way.
“Okay, then.” She gave Em a quick hug and accepted Saint’s hand. “Call me,” she threw over her shoulder as they entered the terminal.
“Holy shit. He came to fly back with her. Did you know about this?” Ember asked me as I opened the door of my Jeep for her to hop in.
“Nope. It was pretty cool of him, though.”
“Yes, it was.” She smiled like a fool. Not sure why? He wasn’t that good looking.
I’d dropped Ember off at her parents’ place, so I could finally tell Raymond that Birdie was gone. I dreaded this kind of situation.
Plus, Birdie had given me a letter to give to him. I hated this kind of drama.
The second my gaze connected with Raymond’s; it was like he could read my mind.
“What’s up?”
I handed him the letter and sat down. “It’s from Birdie. Read it in your room.”
“Why?” he asked, irritation thick in his voice.
“Do you want an audience, while you read it?”
