When she left Vegas on Saturday, she knew she had the better part of forty-eight hours of Julian to look forward to. Even though they’d packed a lot of living into their weekend together, now that it was almost over it seemed to have passed in an instant. As Julian drove her to the San Jose airport, Torrey fought down her growing anxiety. She’d held her breath since yesterday, waiting for him to tell her when and where they could get together again. But he hadn’t said a word about it. Would he just drop her off at the curb with nothing more than a wave goodbye? She wouldn’t be able to stand that. Get a grip, Torrey. You can do this. “Julian?” she said tentatively. “Uh huh?” He flicked his eyes in her direction, away from the heavy, early morning freeway traffic. She knew her eyes must be revealing everything she felt. “These were two of the best days of my life.” He gave her that wide, genuine smile she’d come to recognize as his reaction to a compliment he felt was sincere.
