Wednesday. Austin-Bergstrom International Airport. Austin, Texas.
FELECIA WASN'T THE MOST well-traveled person, but even she knew the Emirates flying experience was unique and luxurious. There were no knots in her back or shoulders from uncomfortable seats. She wasn't hungry. Everything had been perfection.
She'd almost been able to fool herself into believing this was a dream where she got to jet off to parts unknown with a handsome man with eyes so blue they couldn't possibly be real. It was a nice fantasy and she was certain Evan would have helped her with it if she'd told him even part of it.
Just thinking of him made her glance over her shoulder at him carrying their things out of the airport and to the waiting SUVs.