Chapter Seven
MORGAN FLEW OUT of the Gulfport-Biloxi International Airport at five that morning. He could have taken a later flight, but he was eager to get to Dustin for their overnight visit. He wasn’t sure when he’d be able to see his son again and wanted as much time with him as possible.
Morgan’s back ached from being on the plane for over three and a half hours. He would have slept if he could, but a single mother of three had taken the same flight and little children don’t do well on planes, at least not the ones on which he was a passenger. Of course, he didn’t do well on planes either. He much preferred his truck and a road trip as opposed to being cooped up with a bunch of strangers who wanted to be nice and make small talk. He hated small talk. The only plus side to a plane tr
