When she arrived, he was already standing at the curbside with his phone to his ear. Alana tooted her horn to get his attention. Drew looked up and then held up his phone. Tossing his bag in the back, he eased into the passenger seat, leaned over and kissed Alana’s cheek as if it was their routine. Alana paused for a moment, surprised by the fact that the action didn’t feel out of order. “I was just calling you when you pulled up.” He fastened his seat belt. “Thanks for picking me up.” “Where to?” “The hospital, please.” “I figured that, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to stop at home or my house, at least, to freshen up or something.” “Why? Do I smell?” Drew lifted his arms, sniffed and then laughed. “No, silly!” Alana laughed. “A shower would probably feel wonderful, especially since I spent the past twenty-one hours stuck on airplanes, but I need to see my dad.”
