Page 141 of You're The One
“Oh. Didn’t expect to hear from you. Aren’t you away for another couple of weeks? And whose number is this?”
“Questions for another day. I need a favor.”
“Okay…”
“Can you charter me a jet from Honolulu to O’Hare?”
There’s a long silence on the other end. “Is everything all right?”
“Yep. All good. Can you do it? You know I’m good for it.”
“Yeah, man. No worries. I’m on it.”
I rattle off the details, and he promises to send confirmation.
Thirty minutes later, a text comes through.
Miles King:
Flight leaves tomorrow at 3 p.m.
I sink into a plastic airport chair.
Tomorrow. I’ll get to her tomorrow. Well… technically, in two days, with the length of the flight.
But nothing ever goes according to plan.
By morning, the news is reporting a tropical storm watch.
And by noon? My flight’s delayed for another day.
GOOD, BAD, AND ALL THE IN BETWEEN
WEEK 8
FORTY-FOUR
I cameto Ryan’s with a plan.
Take twenty-four hours to regroup, convince him to lend me enough money for a ticket to… anywhere but here, and shake off this heavy weight sinking over me.
I’m almost certain it’s been twenty-four hours, but I can’t be sure.
Other than bathroom breaks and Hannah force-feeding me, I’ve done nothing but mope in bed.
I never even asked Ryan to help. The idea of walking down a single flight of stairs feels exhausting, let alone leaving the house.
Somewhere new? No thanks.
Maybe I should’ve gone straight tosomewhere. But I wasn’t thinking clearly. I could only focus on moving. On leaving.
That plan didn’t exactly work. I traded being stuck at a luxury Hawaiian resort for being stuck in my brother’s guest room in Chicago.
I’m starting to think there are some feelings I can’t outrun.
I pick up my phone for what feels like the hundredth time—but it’s probably closer to the fifth in the past hour—still unableto decide whether Googling Dominic and the show will make me feel better or worse.
There won’t be any news about how the show ends; the finale won’t air for months. But I could always torture myself with the public’s opinion from the teaser clips… and try to decide whether Dominic was giving me withering looks or amused ones every time I was a brat.
