The day came when Gavin got on a plane for London and she could breathe again. Well, after spending the morning sobbing she could breathe again. She’d even met Justin—the reporter from the Chronicle—for the coffee she’d promised and made a lunch date with Alicia, a D.J. from the adult alternative station in town. She’d intended to work late that first day, but the longer she stayed, the more agitated Liz got. “You really should go home now,” Liz finally threw her hands up in the air, exasperated for some reason Kate could not fathom. “But I wanted to get a little more done. The wedding is right around the corner,” Kate frowned, leaving off the fact that she didn’t want to go home to a ridiculously silent apartment yet again. “You might need to go just to keep Liz from hyperventilating. I think she’s worried about you spending too much time here,” Jessica intervened. “Why don’t Ryan and I swing by for dinner later?” “Okay,” Kate hesitantly agreed, a little confused.
