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I'm not repulsed by Peter. He's just not Adam. Adam who held me in his powerful arms and could be rough one minute and heart-meltingly tender the next.
I sigh.
Christmas music wafts through the house. "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year."
Not so much.
Mother goes off to berate the cook over something and I sit down to stare at the Christmas tree.
Blinking back tears, struggling not to cry. I can't believe I sucked up my pride and called Boone. I also couldn't believe it when it said she'd blocked my number. Maybe I should have taken it as a sign. Delete her from my phone and go on to live more or less happily ever after with Peter.
But I just couldn't.
Talking to Midge helped. At least she hadn't said Adam was engaged to someone else.
Like I was about to be.
Oh good lord. How did I get into this mess?
But that was forty-eight hours ago and I hadn't heard from Boone or Adam or anyone at North Starr Ranch.
Maybe Midge didn't pass along the message. She probably thought it was better to leave well enough alone. I'd caused enough problems for them.
At least the awful video had been taken down. I'd steeled myself and checked on it shortly after I got home. Thank god for one small miracle. I suspect I have Adam and the power of the Starr family to thank.
I continue staring at the tree with its twinkling lights and angel on top.
Oh angel, if you're real. I need your help.
Please.
* * *
ADAM
By some miracle, I made it onto the flight bound for Hartford, Connecticut even after I slid on the wet floor and knocked over the guy who was mopping. I paused to make sure he was okay and then continued running through the airport.
I made it right before the door closed.
I'm crammed into a middle seat, but I don't care. In less than three hours, I'll be on the ground in Connecticut and on my way to find Kit. That's all the only thing that matters.
I sigh and try to stretch my legs out but there's no room. My shoulders fill up my seat and part of the seats on either side of me. I feel bad about it, but what else can I do?
When the plane leaves the ground, I breathe a sigh of relief. Until now, there was always the possibility something would keep the flight—and me—in Orlando.
Shifting in my seat, I search for a comfortable position and end up bumping the man next to me. "Sorry," I mumble and try to hunch inside the confines of my allotted space.
He shrugs and smiles. "Air travel just isn't what it used to be. At least there isn’t anyone behind us kicking our seats."
We’re in the very last row. And he’s right, no one is behind us, but we’re also directly across from the lavatories.
I nod at my neighbor and then close my eyes. It's been a crazy day or two or three. I've lost track. I need to clear my head and focus on my goal.
Kit. Mine. Forever.
There's a tap on my shoulder. I've probably inched into my neighbor's space again.
But when I look up, there's a flight attendant in the aisle. "Would you mind coming with me, sir?"
