Caylee
“Why are we leaving so early?” I ask Noah as he takes my dress bag and rollerboard.
“I have a surprise for you.” I lock the door before following him down to the parking lot.
“Do I get a hint?” He lifts me by my waist into the passenger seat. I give him my best smile as he grins.
“You act like you’re new around here. Of course not.” The door closes on my playful groan.
As he turns onto the road, he reaches for my hand. “It’s nothing spectacular. A little something to say thank you for taking care of me the last two weeks after those emails.”
“That’s my job.” I kiss his hand. Nothing else has happened thankfully. We are trying not to get too used to normalcy knowing our track record with how long it lasts.
Tonight is Noah’s football awards banquet. They have this dinner at
