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I turn toward the window opposite of where Coraline and I sit, staring at the entrance to the airport while clutching my bag.
Her hand finds my knee. “Hey, I’m proud of you.”
When I drag my gaze back toward hers, she gives my leg a squeeze.
“Today is the start ofyourlife, Kate. You’re not living for anyone else but you, and regardless of what happens with Damon, that’s huge.”
I swallow a thick knot. “I know you’re right, but I keep playing this scene over and over in my head where I’m racing to find him in there, and he just walks away.”
Coraline’s ruby lips quirk. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“You’re going to tell me no matter what I say.”
She smacks my leg before pulling me to my feet. “Love is one of those silly things that can’t be measured, you know?”
Hooking a thumb toward the door, she laughs. “Do you think I wasn’t mind blown to have fallen in love with that hot piece of ass the same day we met? I fought our connection hard at first, but then… Once I stopped questioning his motives and wondering if we could make it work, I saw the truth of what was building beyond my doubts.”
I blink a couple of times, absorbing her words like a sponge.
“Because here’s the thing, babe. If love can’t physically be measured, then that makes you the sole proprietor of its worth.”
She knocks the breath out of me when she pulls me in for a hug.
I tuck my face into her shoulder and squeeze her back as she says, “Now go get your man.”
A passenger cart flies by just as I enter the airport. The man driving skids to a stop several feet in front of me and calls over his shoulder, “Kate Harris?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
He pats the top of the worn leather seat. “Well, hop on, little lady. I’ll get you where you need to go.”
“I don’t have to go through check-in?” I ask before climbing into the back and setting my backpack in my lap.
The man whips around, eyes me from head to toe, then winks. “All clear.”
He asks for the gate number, and I give him the same information Brandi gave me, hoping with everything in me that his gate hasn’t changed. I jolt back in my seat as he takes off. We whir through a short corridor that spits us out into the heart of the airport.
“I can’t thank you enough for helping me.” I lean forward, holding on to the front seat so I don’t roll out as he takes a sharp corner.
He eyes me only a second before cranking the wheel left, then right to avoid the human traffic.
“Don’t thank me. Thank Captain Thomas.”
We fly through the building at a dizzying—and questionably illegal—speed.
“He sent you?”
The man makes a clicking noise, offering me a half smirk. “Eh, I owed ’em. The bastard knows I can’t resist a game of poker, especially paired with a pitcher of beer and a beautiful woman on my lap.”
Damon’s gate number comes into view as the driver pulls the cart to a halt. “This is it. I can’t go any further.”
I sling my bag over my shoulder, rapidly scanning the crowd. “That’s okay. Thank you again!”
“No problem.” He throws the cart in reverse, narrowly avoiding a mother and her two kids before driving off.
Gate forty-two is still six gates away. My backpack slaps at my spine as I duck and dodge around people congregating in the walkway.
“We will begin boarding group A for our flight from Los Angeles to London in five minutes.”
