Page 28 of Holiday Romance
“What?” Andrew glances between the two of us, shocked. “No!”
“It’s fine,” I say, handing over the bills. “What’s the point of earning all this money if I’m not going to spend it?”
He keeps protesting as Trevor swiftly, and probably illegally, turns the car around, earning a few annoyed honks in the process.
I put a hand against the door to steady myself until we’re in the right direction.
“Molly—”
“Too late now,” I interrupt cheerfully.
Andrew huffs, but I can already see his mood lifting. “I’ll pay you back,” he promises as Trevor speeds up.
“Yes, you will.”
“Buenos Aires?” he asks, looking dazed.
“I hear their airport is just lovely this time of year.”
“And then Paris.” A smile spreads across his face. “We’ll be able to get back from Paris,” he says confidently.
He starts talking about connecting flights, bringing up the clock on his phone to work out the time differences, and it only takes a few seconds before his excitement amps up my excitement. This is an adventure, right? This is either a fun little adventure or possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And I once tried to wax my own eyebrows.
By the time we get back to the airport, we’re practically jumping out of our seats and Andrew throws open the passenger door before we’ve even parked.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Trevor calls as I follow him out.
Andrew hurries around to the trunk as I glance toward the entrance, mentally calculating the time it will take us to check the bags and get through security. Thanks to Trevor’s driving, we should make it with a good thirty minutes to spare if the lines aren’t too long.
“Hey, Molly?”
I turn to find Andrew right behind me and, before I can react, he brings his hands to my cheeks, holding me steady as he kisses me hard on the forehead. It barely lasts a second, but my pulse skyrockets like the overdramatic traitor it is.
Andrew pulls back to grin at me. “You’ve just saved Christmas.”
Technically Gabriela saved Christmas, but I’m not about to correct him. Not while he’s still cupping my face. Not when he’s looking at me like that.
“Let’s wait until we’re on the plane,” I say as he turns to grab our bags. “Better yet. Let’s wait until we’re on the right continent.”
We walk quickly back through the entrance, right past the mistletoe without even seeing it. Well, I see it. I am extremely aware of it, but Andrew doesn’t seem to be so I pretend I’m not and follow him through the crowd.
“Excuse me. Sorry. Pardon me. I’m so—Watch it,” I snap as a businessman almost runs into me.
I join Andrew at the departure board, both of us gazing up at the handful of flights still scheduled.
“I can’t see it,” he says, breathless. “Can you see it?”
I scan column after column, but can’t see anything heading to Atlanta. “Maybe it just needs to refresh,” I say with more confidence than I feel, but it stays exactly the same.
Andrew’s expression tightens and I take out my phone, trying not panic as I call Gabriela back.
She picks up on the third ring. “Did you make it?”
“We did. But are you sure you booked the right flight?”
“I’m positive. I checked it twice.”
“I don’t see anything,” I say as Andrew stares at the board so hard it’s a miracle he’s not giving himself a headache.
