Chapter 8
“This shouldn’t be this hard!”
I was about ready to throw my laptop through the window. Finding a way to spend more than five minutes in Los Angeles was proving impossible. It didn’t matter what flight I looked at or on what day. None of the logistics were working in my favor.
It had started out so well, too. I’d gone into work early to check out how flexible the schedule could be and hit pay dirt when I found Marianne doing the same thing.
“David surprised me with tickets to see Wynonna Judd on Saturday,” she’d said. “I don’t suppose you’d switch your day off with me, would you? You can even have both of mine if you want.”
Both equated to Tuesday and Friday, and while Friday wouldn’t do me much good in regards to L.A., having Tuesday off could get me there, no problem.
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