Page 83 of The Odds of Happily Ever After
Mind made up, I took a quick trip to the bathroom before digging into my breakfast.
I couldn’t wait to see Luna again. Forget about managing attachments. I was already too attached, and I couldn’t walk away now.
luna
Smothering a yawn,I walked past the guard by the sliding doors leading out to the arrival hall. A small crowd huddled up ahead, but I looked past them. I had no one waiting for me, and that was okay.
Like I’d told Gabe, I was a big girl. I could manage a one-hour commute.
I followed the directions to the bus stand and heaved a sigh of relief that the line was short. Unfortunately, the next bus wasn’t for another forty minutes. I could get a taxi, but the fare might amount to a week’s worth of groceries.
The bus would have to do.
“Luna!”
My pulse sped up as I turned toward the familiar voice.
Gabe jogged toward me. The sleeves of his navy-blue dress shirt were pushed to the crooks of his arms and his pants were creased, but to me, he looked perfect.
He stopped right in front of me, and we stared at each other.
“Your phone is still on airplane mode,” he said. “I tried calling.”
“You said you weren’t coming.”
His Adam’s apple bobbled. “I made a mistake.”
“I’m not your responsibility, you know. You might think I’m a kid, but I can take a bus by myself. I’m not incapable.”
“I know you’re not. You’re more than capable, Luna.”
“You said you wanted to stay in Miami longer.”
“I lied.”
My lips parted as pain sliced through me.
“It was easier to do that than admit the truth,” he hurried to add. “Which was that I wanted to be here with you.”
“Is that so bad?”
He ran his palm behind his neck, looking so uncomfortable that I wanted to put him out of his misery. “I shouldn’t get attached,” he finally said.
I quashed the excitement that rose in me at the implication of his words. “Because?”
“You might leave too.” Though he spoke in a flat voice, his words seemed heavy with emotion—an emotion that blazed in his gaze.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, needing to reassure him.
“For now.”
I wanted to promise I would never leave, that I wouldn’t add my name to his list of deserters. But I couldn’t make promises I wasn’t sure I could keep. “Why did you come here then?”
“I’m already attached. Why subject myself to a place I don’t care for when it’s futile to stay away?”
His admission sent my heart soaring in breathless flight. “So you wanted to see me, did you?”
“I wanted to pick you up.” My eyebrows flew up, but he rushed to add, “I meant, drive you home.” He ruffled the back of his hair.
