Page 89 of Finding You

“Get some sleep, and we’ll talk over the weekend.”

“Thanks, Mom. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Quietly, she made her way back to bed and when she got under the blankets, Devin reached for her. “Everything okay?” he asked sleepily.

“Just remembered to call my mother and let her know of my change of plans.” Kissing his chest, she snuggled closer. “She’d like it if we eventually planned to visit her together.”

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do.” With his arms wrapped around her, he fell back to sleep, and Mac followed almost immediately.

But with a smile on her face.

Epilogue

Two Months Later…

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I am. Are you?”

Devin laughed. “Me? I am more than ready. But you’re kind of gripping my hand a little tight. You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m nervous. Like…really, really, really nervous.”

Nodding, he leaned closer. “That’s why I booked us first class. Bigger seats, more room, and better snacks to distract you.”

Yeah, they were flying to Oregon. MacKenzie had argued that they should make it a road trip kind of adventure, but he had promised her that everything was going to be alright.

Then reminded her how he hadn’t been wrong yet where she was concerned, so…now she was on a plane.

And not sure if she was hating it yet or not.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” their flight attendant asked with a serene smile.

“Any chance you have milkshakes?” she asked with a small laugh.

“I wish we did, but sadly, we don’t. But I’m sure we have something else you might like. How about a mimosa? Or…”

“Do you have ginger ale? I’m a little nervous about this whole flying thing.”

“Absolutely! And you have nothing to worry about. We have the best flight crew in the business, and this is a very uneventful flight. You’ll barely know you’re in the air!” Then she smiled at Devin. “And what can I get for you?”

“I’ll take a ginger ale too please. And maybe some pretzels, if you have them.”

Nodding, she walked away.

Glancing over at him, MacKenzie asked, “Pretzels? Really? Do you think pretzels are going to distract me from my fear of flying?”

“No. But they don’t serve the really good snacks until we’re airborne. The pretzels are for me because I happen to like them. For you…” And he reached down to grab his carryon from under the seat in front of him. He reached in and pulled out a familiar looking paper bag.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“If you’re thinking of a chocolate chip muffin, then you would be correct!” Handing her the bag, he grinned. “And there are more where that came from in case you’re underwhelmed by whatever this flight has to offer food-wise.”

“Smart man,” she murmured. “I hope you got something for yourself.”

Taking her free hand in his, he said, “I’ve got you and that’s all I need.”

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