Chapter 19: For Better Results, Use a Non-Stick PanOne thing about being married to a redhead, it sure made it easy to spot him in a crowd.
In the sun-flooded terminal, Derek’s hair was fire engine red, catching the sun from different angles. He too, saw me right away. I supposed the fact that I stood five inches taller than most people helped. We locked eyes from afar, both of us grinning like two love-struck fools. The second I was within his reach, he threw his arms around me and pushed his face into my suede coat. I couldn’t help tensing a little, but no one was paying us any attention, so I squeezed him tight.
“Oh, you smell so good,” he said, not letting go.
“Yes, Aqua Di Fourteen Hours on a Plano.”
Derek looked great. Healthy and happy. He beamed. Something definitely had change
