Me:Right after your plane left, they delayed mine due to weather.
Ford:Shit. I’m sorry. Where are you?
Me:At the airport. Bored out of my mind.
Ford:We can sext again.
Me:LOL. In the middle of an airport?
Ford:Put your earbuds in.
Me:Maybe later. How are you doing?
Ford:Need you.
Me:Sorry about the game.
Ford:It wasn’t the ending we were hoping for, but we never stood a chance.
Me:Of course you did. You wouldn’t have been there if you didn’t.
Ford:Season’s over now. Not sure what I’ll do with all this newfound time on my hands.
Me:Your wife?
Ford:Good call.
Me:I can use some help, to be honest. Ever since I released our wedding photos, my phone has been ringing nonstop to book Winston Manor. I’ve pushed out the first one to March so I can work on planning and get Devon and Lindsay under my belt, but I’m feeling a bit like I’m in over my head here.
Ford:Do you still have plans in Vegas?
Me:I do, but Kenzie is pretty self-sufficient. She calls me for the big stuff, but she can pretty much run things there.
Ford:Then we find you an assistant so you can run things here.
Me:Are you volunteering?
Ford:I could help with certain tasks, sure. But I’m only free for the next six months, give or take.
Me:Do you think Everleigh would be willing to help me with some branding stuff?
Ford:I can ask her.
Me:I talked to Madden a bit, and he’s on board to help with reno work whenever I need him.
Ford:Good.
Me:Is that okay?
Ford:Yeah, sure.
I’m trying to figure out what to say next when I hear a voice over the loudspeaker. “Flight twelve twenty-nine with service to Tampa Bay is now boarding at gate C-eleven.”
Thank goodness.
I stand and stretch, and I unplug my phone, which should have enough battery to get me home.
I text Ford.
