Page 82 of The Way We Touch
“It’ll be the first thing I put in my suitcase.”
The last thing I put in my suitcase is my pack of birth control pills.
I made an appointment with my gynecologist when he left and got a blood test and a prescription. It’s been three weeks—three agonizing nights watching football games, three wonderful hours after school working with Mia on her advanced ballet steps. She’s a fast learner, and she hangs on my every word as if I’m a ballet oracle.
I’ve talked Austin into staying after a few times to work with us on lifts. He’s also a fast learner, and his hands are strong. He’s used to making sudden turns from football, and I’m already planning how I can modify the dance of the Snow Queen and her Cavalier in the Nutcracker for them to perform.
Three weeks, and I’m finally walking into the small Callahan terminal an hour east of our home.
“Miss Bradford?” A woman in a pale gray uniform greets me as I walk through the glass doors. As I expected, I’m the only person here besides the crew.
“This is for you.” She hands me a small, robin’s-egg blue bag.
“Thank you.” My voice is quiet as I roll my suitcase.
“I’ll give your suitcase to the porter, and you can come right this way.”
I nod, following her out another door to a small jet with a short ladder in front of it.
Once I’m onboard, she puts a flute of champagne on an oval table in front of me. “I’ll be right up here if you need anything.”
“Thank you.” I take out my phone and send a text to Logan.
I feel like a princess.
Logan
Did you get your gift?
I haven’t opened it yet.
Logan
I’ll wait.
My lips press into a grin, and I remove the white tissue paper. A smaller, light blue box with a big, white-satin ribbon is inside. I slide the ribbon off, and the word Tiffany & Co. is stamped in black on the blue lid. My fingers tremble as I remove the lid. I might be from a small town, but I know what Tiffany means.
Inside is a beautiful pearl bracelet and matching earrings. My heart jumps, and I whisper, “Logan…” even though he can’t hear me.
Picking up my phone, I quickly tap the button to call him, and when his handsome face appears on the screen, my chest squeezes.
“They’re so beautiful.”
Although, not as beautiful as the smile he gives me. “I told you I’d buy you something better.”
Looking down at the leather bracelet on my wrist, I shake my head. “I told you, I don’t need anything better.”
“I’m thinking those pearls, my jersey, nothing else.”
The low growl in his tone clenches my core. “Sounds good to me, and I can’t wait for you to see my dress.”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
Anticipation hums in my veins the entire five-hour flight. I do my best to watch the in-flight movie, but I’m not really interested in the familiar rom-com. I finish my glass of champagne, but I decline another. I try to read a spicy romance on my Kindle, but it only makes me want to see Logan more.
It’s dark when we finally begin our descent into the Teterboro Airport. I can see the Manhattan skyline, and a wave of nerves steals my breath. We touch down, and I shoot Craig a quick text.
Why am I so nervous to go back to NYC?