It seemed like half the city of New York had the same idea to get away for the weekend. After five long days on the job and away from Ty, Halee just couldn’t stomach the idea of leaving him behind while she flew off in search of J.D.’s relatives. She’d sent Stephen and Cam off on their own weekend getaway, packed two overnight bags, and called a cab. Thirty minutes later, after a wild cab ride through New York rush hour traffic that resulted in Ty throwing up dinner on her perfect white blouse and yanking her favorite necklace from her body, she was beginning to question her decision. Now that they were faced with a long wait among a hundred other impatient New Yorkers, Ty seemed to be getting his second wind. He fidgeted in Halee’s arms, pushing off her chest in two directions, one frontward, one over her shoulder, both intended to plummet like a Toy Story character head first toward the concrete airport floor. These escape attempts were consuming Halee’s full attention and distracting her fellow travelers from a long, tedious wait, some in a good way, some not so much.
