“Should we get out of here?”
“Yeah!” Lucas cheered.
Memphis grinned. “Definitely.” He reached for the Pet Patrol backpack Ty had left on the floor. He held it up for Lucas. “Cool backpack. Do you want to carry this or should I?”
Lucas pointed at Memphis. “It’s heavy. All my clothes and underwears are in there.”
Memphis looped his arm through the strap and hiked it onto his shoulder. He pried Ty’s fingers off her carry-on next, shifted it to his side, and wrapped an arm around her. “We’re out of here.”
With Memphis warm and wonderful on one side, and Lucas cheerfully skipping at her other, Ty recalled a detail worth sharing. Something that would likely put Memphis’s mind at rest where her next trip to Boston was concerned.
“I should probably tell you,” Ty said in a whisper as they headed for the escalator. “The thing with Eric was a no-go. He backed out.”
“He backedout?” Memphis hissed under his breath.
He pulled back and held Ty’s gaze as she answered in one, slow nod. “He wasn’t ready to commit, fully.”
Memphis shook his head. “Better to speak up now than later.” The perplexed furrow of his brow said he had more to say. “But man, I’m sorry, what anidiot.”
They were at the escalators now. Ty focused on getting Lucas onto a step as Memphis dealt with the luggage. Once they’d safely stepped off the moving stairs, Ty nuzzled into Memphis.
“Don’t be sorry,” she said about theidiotjab. “It’s true.” It was hard to believe that Ty was once convinced that no father figure outside of Eric could love Lucas the way he deserved. As Memphis led them to a landing pad on the tarmac and asked Lucas how he’d like to take a helicopter ride back home, it was clear that, if it ever came to it, Memphis would have no problem loving Lucas the way he deserved to be loved.
