Chapter Sixty-eight

Her e-mail came six weeks later. It contained no information about where she was, no warm fuzzies, not even his name. Just a date, a time, a flight number.

Luke was at the airport two hours early, jittery from nerves and caffeine and lack of sleep. He paced the floor incessantly and watched the arrivals board like a fucking hawk. When he saw that the flight from L.A. had landed safely, he almost high-fived the first person who wandered past.

It took another ninety minutes for her to emerge through the sliding doors into the arrivals hall, dragging a large suitcase behind her. Luke stood back, just for a few seconds, and took her in fully. Seeing Selena was like drinking a long, cool glass of water after trekking through the desert for a week. She refreshed him, she soothed him. She restored his soul.

She looked around now, an expectant, hopeful look on her gorgeous face. That look was fading, though, and he realized that she thought that he hadn’t shown.

He almost ran at her, eager to