Chapter Twenty-Eight
Colton finally relaxed when the captain’s voice came over the intercom. “Flight attendants, take your seats.”
His pulse drummed in anticipation as the plane banked, circling Manhattan’s Regional Airport, squaring up to land on the tiny runway. Two and a half weeks. That’s all it had been since he’d last held Lydia, smelled her perfume. Brought her coffee as she struggled to wake up at the c***k of dawn.
It felt more like a lifetime. A lifetime of falling asleep without Lydia tucked under his arm. A lifetime of not seeing her happy smile after a good ride. A lifetime of watching her unawares, the way she moved in a room, or c****d her head while listening to a client.
A guilty twinge ate at him as he thought about all the time he was taking from her boot making toda
