Layla: Exiting the airport now.
I don’t even have time to look to see if Gabe replied before he’s walking up to me.
“Layla,” he breathes, pulling me into his arms, pressing his lips to mine. “I missed you.”
“It was only one day. But I missed you, too.”
He smiles against my lips. “Let’s get out of here,” he says softly, taking my luggage from me, so that he can hold my hand.
Always the gentleman. That’s Gabe.
Before long, Gabe has stowed my sole piece of luggage in the trunk of his car and we’re driving away from the airport.
“Where are we headed?”
“My place?”
“Gabe,” I admonish. “It’s a workday. I should get back to the office.”
“All work and no play… you know what they say,” he rattles off, giving me a hard time.
I snort. “Yes, Gabe. I do. But it’s not like me to skip out of the office.”
“Maybe try it before you knock it?” he jests, a smile at the corner of his lips.
“Fine,” I huff, not upset at all. Spending the day with Gabe, in his bed, sounds amazing right now. Leave it to Gabe to make me change my workaholic ways. Pulling out my phone, I text Cora.
Layla: Just got back. I’m headed to Gabe’s.
Cora: You mean you’ll be in his bed all day. Admit it.
Layla: Do you blame me?
Cora: No! He’s good for you.
Layla: I know.
Cora: Enjoy your day. I’ll see you tomorrow. Or whenever you plan to drag your ass back to the office.
Layla: Funny. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Cora: Oh! One more thing. Do you and Gabe want to have dinner with Chris and I?
Layla: Let me ask.
“Everything okay?” Gabe asks.
“Yes. Um, how does dinner with Cora and her husband Chris sound? She’s invited us to go with them tonight.”
He turns and takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “Sounds perfect.”
I give him a small smile and squeeze his hand gently.
Layla: Yes to dinner.
Cora: Yay! I’ll text you the details shortly.
Layla: Perfect. Laters!
