Twilight had fallen over Haven Hills by the time the cab’s headlights came into view. A quick glance at her clock said it’d been thirty minutes since she’d called for it.
“You said you’d like to go into the city, ma’am?” the driver asked as she climbed into the cab.
Hot tears stung her eyes. “Yes, please.”
“And will you be making a return trip?”
For a moment, Ava was back at the travel agency, looking at Maverick as he asked that very question about her flight to Costa Rica. Did she want a roundtrip so she could come home?
That was a home she hadn’t wanted to go back to. This, however, was a different story. Ava would give anything to live out her days in Haven Hills with Richard and his family by her side.
But at last she shook her head. “No,” she said, the sharp sting of loss sinking deeper. “I won’t be coming back.”
