After the debacle with Casey the night before, she’d been glad that morning when she’d found the note he’d slid beneath her hotel room door. “Take the jet,” he’d scrawled on the sheet of hotel stationery in black ink. “I’m sorry.” She’d crumpled the note in her fist and tossed it in the pretty little trash can in the hotel bathroom. Only to retrieve it an hour later, smooth it out and read it again. As if the five words would have changed any while she’d showered and pretended it was getting shampoo in her eyes that made them water so. “We’ll be landing in about ten minutes, Ms. Cohen.” Tim from the day before had been replaced by Steven, who was equally spit-shined, dressed identically and had obviously been made aware that Jane was traveling alone for the return route to Weaver. He was polite and friendly, offering her choice of water or coffee and serving a platter of fresh fruit.
What do You think about A Weaver Christmas Gift (2014)?
