“Just like Jake.”
“Pardon?” He clenched his fist and began to sweat.
“He and Kacey… She never told you?”
Travis shook his head. “I know they slept together, but…”
“When all was said and done, Jake grabbed his stuff, said he was sorry and walked out of her life.”
“But…”
/> Grandma patted his hand. “You, my dear boy, had the exact reaction. Your motives were different. I know this and you know this. Kacey, however, feels like you think you made a mistake, and now she’s at the airport.”
“You let her go!” he roared, ashamed that he was yelling at his grandmother.
“No.” She turned and walked to the door. “You did.”
Travis didn’t know what to say. Instead he pushed passed his grandmother and ran down the stairs. It wasn’t until he was outside that he realized he didn’t have a shirt on. Cursing, he ran back into the house and grabbed a t-shirt from the laundry room.
His truck wouldn’t be fast enough. He would never catch her in that thing. It was huge and hard enough to weave in and out of traffic.
He ran into the garage, nearly out of breath. The black and white Ducati sat quite comfortably in the middle.
“That’ll do.” He grabbed the helmet and sped off in the direction of the airport.
The whole time he weaved in and out of traffic he prayed he wasn’t going to be too late. How could he be so stupid? He hadn’t been thinking.
He still smelled like Kacey.
Her perfume was intoxicating, and it seemed every time he angled his head, he could still smell her on his skin. Feel the touch of her lips against his.
“Damn.” He pulled into the Portland airport and rushed to short-term parking.
He almost forgot to take his helmet with him and tripped trying to get the bike to stand alone, but finally he was through the entrance and looking frantically for Kacey’s brown hair.
She had to be flying Alaskan Airlines, either that or Southwest. He ran to the ticket counter. “Have you seen a girl with brown hair, brown eyes, really cute…” Oh God, he was officially turning into the guy in the movies who breaks down at an international airport.
The lady shook her head. “I’m sorry, our last flight left an hour ago.”
“Right.”
He went to the Southwest counter. “Have you seen—”
“Sir, you need to get in line.”
“Listen, I’m not here to fly. I’m here to—”
“Sir! Get in line!”
Travis slammed his hand against the counter. Which, apparently, the lady didn’t like. Within minutes, security guards were escorting him back outside.
Fabulous.
“I’m looking for my—”
What was she? His friend? Never, she would never be just a friend. She was more than a girlfriend. She was his lover… his — well, he wanted her to be his wife.
He smiled, despite being escorted out of the airport. He grabbed the security guard closest to him and grinned. “I’m going to marry her!”