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I should have had everything ready and waiting to grab and walk out the door. But I was so conflicted about everything, I thought maybe I’d delayed fully packing as some sort of delaying tactic.
I didn’t have long to get the rest of my things into my bag if I had any hope of making the flight.
I quickly showered first, then I ran through the house, grabbing and shoving, and finally had everything I thought I needed. The whole time, I thought about what Dylan told me about Todd. How his life had fallen apart for a while, and they hadn’t even been on speaking terms for so long.
I felt guilty about that, even though intellectually I didn’t feel like I’d done anything wrong.
And I felt guilty for the night Dylan and I spent together before I left for New York.
I hated it. Feeling guilty about everything, but even worse than that was the uncertainty.
Dylan made it clear that he wanted me. But did he want me for one night, two, or a couple of months? Was it a relationship he wanted or just sex?
He’d been divorced for a while, but he didn’t have a girlfriend. And he had his pick, judging from the way women treated him at the brewery.
What if he was just a hook-up kind of guy and not someone who was looking for anything serious?
I worried that if I let my heart take over, it might be in for another beating if Dylan and I wanted very different things from each other. It always felt complicated when it came to Dylan.
I raced through the airport terminal, hoping like hell that the flight didn’t leave yet.
If I miss it, that’s a sign, I told myself.Maybe it really wasn’t meant to be if that happens.
I didn’t miss it. I was the last one boarded, but I made it. I couldn’t quite bring myself to believe thatthatwas a sign, but at least it didn’t rule anything out.
Out of breath, I stepped onto the plane and hurriedly made my way to my seat. I spotted Brent several rows back and waved at him. Dylan was a row behind him, sitting next to Beth. He nodded at me, looking relieved I’d made it.
As I went to stow my carry-on in the overhead bin, the man sitting next to my aisle seat stood up.
"Here, let me help you with that," he offered with a smile. He reached to grab my bag from me.
Before he could take it, I felt a hand on my waist. I turned to see Dylan smiling at me.
"I've got it," Dylan said to the man, gently moving me aside and easily lifting my suitcase into the compartment.
The man gave Dylan an uncertain look but sat back down without argument.
"You just made it," Dylan said. "I was getting worried when they started boarding that you wouldn't make the flight."
"Me too, I hit every red light on the way here," I said. "Good thing traffic cleared up just in time."
Dylan smiled, looking genuinely relieved I'd made it. That warm grin still made my heart skip a beat.
"Well, I should let you get to your seat," I said, moving to slip past Dylan to my aisle spot.
But Dylan gently stopped me with a hand on my arm.
"Actually, do you mind if we trade spots?" he asked the man in the seat next to mine. The man hesitated to answer so Dylan added, "I'd love to sit with my girlfriend for the flight."
My eyes widened in surprise. Girlfriend? But I didn't correct him.
The man glanced between us and obligingly stood up again.
"No problem, enjoy the flight together," he said politely before heading back to Dylan's vacated seat.
I raised an eyebrow at Dylan.
Dylan just winked and gestured for me to take the window seat. I felt a flutter in my stomach as I slid in next to him.
