Epilogue
ThefollowingJuly
Priya tooka deep breath before she approached the airline counter. Then she pasted on her best, most understanding smile. “Anyluck?”
“Your nameagain?”
“Priya MattuMills.”
“You’re onstandby?”
“No,I have a ticket, but I was bumped to standby. My best friend is getting married tomorrow, so if there is any way you can get me back on theflight…”
“I’ll see what Icando.”
That’s what the other guy said, she seethed in her head. Her smile got wider. “Thanks.”
She tapped out a quick update toGrady.
Priya: Still not on the flight. Tell me not tofreakout.
Grady: Don’tfreakout.
Priya:Toolate.
Grady: I’m just about to get on my flight—sorry—but I’ll look for an update when I land in Boston.Loveyou!
She loved her husband, too. Desperately. But if he got to see Tegan and Wyatt get married and she missed it, she’d never let him live it down. Even if it wasn’t his fault she was stuck inMiami.
Sheflipped over to a browser and searched for other flights departing today from Miami to Boston. As long as she could get there by the end of the day, she’d get to Camp Firefly Falls in time for thewedding.
Just as she was about to buy a second ticket, her name was called out, and she sprinted back to the airline counter. “Yes,” she said breathlessly, skidding to astop. “I’m—”
“PriyaMattu Mills. Yes, I remember you from twominutesago.”
There was zero need for snark, but she wasn’t going to point that out at this particular juncture. “Great.”
“We have a seatforyou.”
“Oh, thank you thank you thank you.” She took the boarding pass greedily, and didn’t even care that she had an aisle seat. Whatever. She had co-best women duties togetto.
Gradywas waiting for her when she landed at Logan Airport. They drove to her parents’ house for dinner, then headed west, arriving at their B&B in Briarstedafterdark.
They weren’t staying at camp this summer, because Priya had to be in Miami all week. Her first documentary had been well received at the network, and now she was working on a second in what she hoped could become aseries.
After Tegan’s wedding, they’d fly back to San Diego together. The rest of the summer would be spent there, soaking up as much quality time as possible before Grady deployed overseas again. After he departed, Priya would move to Florida for a few months to get thedocumentarydone.
It was a weird, nomadic life, but it was theirs together, and theylovedit.
“Are you excited abouttomorrow?” Grady asked her as they crawledintobed.
“I can’t wait. I’m sorry that we didn’t get to spend the whole week there,though.”
“Maybe next year,” he said, brushing his lips against her neck. “Unless I knock you up before I leave. Then it’ll be the yearafter.”
She shivered and pressed herself against him. “Let’s see what we can doaboutthat.”
“You want toget laid, mybeautifulwife?”
