Typically, the Whartons left a communal car at the airport for the family to use to get them to the coast. The kids who’d only just gotten their licenses were typically happy to ferry the car back and forward. Other times, someone who’d driven down, would collect flyers from the airport. Still, Grace hadn’t expected Ryan to meet them. Judging by his scowl, nor had Saul. “Where’s Carrie?” Ryan ducked his head. “She’s sleeping.” “Thanks for driving in to meet us,” Grace said. “No problem.” He smiled at her. He had a lovely smile, quiet and genuine. “Where’s your car?” Saul asked. A swing of the bags he held suggested they get moving. “This way.” But instead of leading the way, Ryan fell into step with Grace. “How have you been? I thought I’d see you at Christmas.” “I had to work. Christmas is a busy time at the hospital, and other people have families, kids. I volunteered to work over the holidays.” ”You always think of other people.” Saul’s broad shoulders twitched.
