When they arrived at the Portland, Maine, airport, Dirk went to one of the auto rental booths while Maverick continued on to get their luggage. As titular head of what the group had decided to call ‘The Moore Writing Retreat’, to make it sound more official, Dirk had rented a van for their transportation. By the time he’d shown his ID and paid for it, Maverick joined him, hauling their bags on a cart.
“Let’s grab something to eat while we wait for Dante and Tripp’s plane to land,” Dirk suggested. When he’d arranged everyone’s flights, he’d split up the two male couples, putting Dante with Tripp, and Kade with Galvez—and not seated together. “It’ll look more realistic that way,” he’d explained.
“And keep us from becoming members of the ‘Mile High Club’?” Tripp had kidded.
Dirk had shaken
