Page 106 of Making Over Maris
Imagined he’d had the courage to overcome his fears and get on a plane and join her on this once-in-a-lifetime trip.
She understood why he hadn’t come.
He’d been in a plane crash.
He’d nearly died.
That would make anyone think twice about hopping on a metal tube filled with highly explosive jet fuel. Still—
“Sara.”
Funny. She thought she heard his voice dancing on the breeze. She closed her eyes, pretending he was by her side. Holding her, maybe.
“Sara.” Someone touched her sleeve. She turned around, fully expecting it to be Philippe.
It wasn’t.
Her heart flipped. Flopped. Did a little dance.
Tears rushed to her eyes.
Because it was Jack.
She reached out, touched him just to be sure. He seemed solid enough. And inexpressibly handsome in a smart suit. With a denuded rosebud in the lapel.
“You came.” A whisper. A prayer. A desperate hope she wasn’t hallucinating.
“I did.” He smiled, a proud, sweet smile that sent zings of joy straight to her soul.
“Oh, Jack!” It would probably have been inexpressibly rude to crush the rosebud in his lapel, if it had any petals. Sara didn’t care. She launched herself into his arms. “You came.”
“I’m here, Sara.”
“How…? What…? When…?”
“Jenny.”
Okay. Not what she was expecting to hear. She stiffened.
He laughed. “Jenny gave me something to take. It calmed me down enough to get on the plane.”
“She drugged you?”
“Only because I asked.” And at Sara’s frown, “She assured me it’s legal. Whatever it was.”
Her frown darkened. “You didn’t take me to the airport.”
“God. I’m sorry about that, Sara. Kat ripped me a new one on Wednesday.”
“Did you…forget?” God. Please don’t say you forgot.
He paled. “Didn’t you get my message?”
She narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t call me.”
“I did. To explain.”
“I didn’t get a call from you on my phone. I checked.” Oh, she’d checked. And checked.
