She shook her head to clear it, wondering what in the name of all that was holy she’d been thinking when concocting the lie about him in the first place. The memory of his hand on her leg, of the way he deftly handled her mother on the phone, of his wide, incredibly sweet smile, all combined in her addled brain, making her head pound and her gut churn. She got up, re-shouldered her bag and grabbed the handle of her suitcase. Staring down at the remains of their meal, she tried to regain her composure. “Oh, don’t worry, honey,” a voice said to her left. Startled, she looked over at an older lady sitting with a man who was sipping a beer and staring up at a television. “Men,” she said, patting the guy’s other hand. “They always come back.” Paige nodded, fought the urge to cry again, and headed out into the terminal, which held a newly revived sense of purpose now that flights were about to resume. She trudged through the crowd, gnawing her lower lip and coming to terms with the fact that she should probably tell Joey Preston to forget the whole thing.
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