Noah’s body ached, in not the best way, and he hadn’t slept. Yet adrenaline still pumped through him, keeping him on edge. The pain in his ass brought memories of the night before, causing mixed emotions every time he felt the twinge—just like always.
He’d come to the airport a little after two in the morning and paced for close to five hours. Every time someone new had come into the seating area, Noah had grimaced, expecting them to be Mason. As if Mason would come after him.
The airline had put him on standby, and informed him he’d likely get a seat on the next scheduled flight at 09:15 A.M. He’d half expected to be stuck sitting in the airport all day, until the flight he’d been booked on later that night, and that thought had him full of dread. He watched as the latest plane pulled i
