When she finally hung up, the spreadsheet was still blank. But her heart was full.
She sat there for a moment after the call ended, staring at her phone, her lips still curved in a stunned little smile. Then herfingers started tapping—light and restless—against the desk, her mind already racing ahead.
She could wait for him to Uber from the airport. Let him come to her.
Or…she could take a half day, drive to Savannah, and be there the second he stepped off the plane.
The image hit her so fast and so clear—Dylan in arrivals, baseball cap pulled low, that slow grin breaking across his face when he saw her—that she was already on her feet.
Screw the spreadsheet.
Sheskipped—literally skipped—down the hallway in her sandals, earning a bewildered look and a muttered “everything okay?” from reception. She wasn’t even embarrassed. Just laughed and waved.
As she passed Jason’s office, she popped her head in, “Follow me, Thor.”
Abigail’s office door was cracked. Ali knocked once and pushed it open.
Abigail glanced up from her monitor, brows lifting. “Why do you look like a Hallmark movie just threw up on you?”
Ali grinned. “He’s coming. Tomorrow. I’m taking a half day and picking him up at the airport.”
Abigail blinked once. “Dylan?”
Ali nodded, bouncing on her toes like a child announcing Christmas came early. “I want to be there when he lands. I don’t want to waste a single second.”
Abigail let out a full-body gasp and jumped from her chair. “YES.Go. I’ll cover everything.”
“Actually—take the whole day,” Jason chimed in from behind her. “Get a blowout in the morning. Spray tan.”
Then he paused. “Scratch that—no spray tan. He’d mess it up before it dried.”
“We don’t care what you do,” Abigail added, “just go be cute and happy.”
Ali laughed, hugging herself. “Y’all are the best.”
“We know,” they said in unison.
“Now get out of here before I cry from how disgustingly romantic this is. I need to call Kellan and remind myself I have the best husband in the world. Except for the week he hid my Diet Cokes.”
She narrowed her eyes, deadly serious. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that.”
Ali cackled. “Justice for caffeine.”
“Exactly,” Abigail said, waving her off. “Now go. Be in love. Be annoying. I fully support it.”
Ali blew her a kiss and turned down the hallway, practically floating.
She tried walking normally back to her office, heart pounding, already mentally planning her outfit, her playlist, and—priorities—her wax.
The second she stepped back into her office, she grabbed her phone and started texting at lightning speed.
Hi Saylor! I know it’s last minute but pleasssse tell me you have an opening by some miracle today! I need to be smooth, confident, and emotionally stable by tomorrow. Prioritizing the first two but would really love all three ??
She hit send and flopped into her chair with a dreamy sigh, spinning in a slow, contented circle. Her reflection in the black computer screen looked flushed and happy.
God, she missed him. And tomorrow, she wouldn’t have to.
GIRLIE POP! One of my regulars just canceled for 2pm—probably got back with her situationship again??Come on in. I’ll have the good numbing spray and a heating pad waiting. PCOS girlies stick together. We suffer…but make it ?hairless?
