Every passenger was on board and the crew were looking anxious. My heart hadn’t slowed since boarding the flight to Tahiti. I knew Nina had the ticket. Shit, I’d seen her take it from her windshield. I’d wanted to surprise her then and there—to pop from the shadows and wrench her from the car and into my arms. But I waited. The memory of her accepting her wings threatened to overwhelm me. I was so damn proud of her. Maybe she wouldn’t show? Maybe she’d taken the six months to push all thoughts of me away, and I’d be left heartbroken. Served me right after leaving her for so long. The flight attendant spoke into the galley phone, most likely advising the captain they had a no-show. Nina wasn’t coming. I had to face facts. She hated me. She didn’t want me. And I deserved it. What did I expect after leaving her alone in Samoa? With no goodbye or valid explanation.
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