“I could eat.”
She chuckled. “Okay, I’ll heat you up a plate.”
“Thanks, baby.”
I changed into sweats and a T-shirt while Tate fixed food, then we curled up on the sofa and watched a movie while I ate.
Tate
Monday morning, I drove with Flash to the airport, doing everything in my power not to completely break down. I had a really, really bad feeling about all of this, but I couldn’t keep him from going. It would be unfair.
He was driving my car and he pulled into the drop-off at PDX, sliding my car into park before turning to face me. “You okay?”
“Nope.”
“You gonna be okay if I leave you?”
I forced a smile. “Yes. Of course I am,” I lied.
“I’ll text you every day and call if I can,” he promised.
“Okay.”
“And if you need anything, my parents are just a phone call away.”
“Honey,” I said with a sigh. “I’m a grown ass woman. I’m good.”
“Two weeks...”
“Tops,” I finished.
He grinned, leaning in to kiss me. “Love you.”
“Love you, too, honey.” I stroked his face. “Now, go. You’re gonna miss your flight.”
“Right.”
