With teary eyes, Addison smiled. “I love you too.”
Hawk set Brit’s travel bag on the sidewalk. “You’re gonna see each other at Christmas.”
“Fiji, baby,” Addison declared. “I can’t wait!”
Brit laughed. “I can’t believe Dad’s hosting Christmas. Up until recently, I didn’t even know he had a place there.”
“Wait ‘til you see it,” Addison replied. “It’s crazy nice.”
Brit hugged Hawk goodbye. “Thanks for letting me crash at your place. If you two ever need a house sitter, I’m so there. Your views are amazing.”
“I added you to the security system, so you’re welcome anytime,” Hawk replied.
“I love you guys.” Brit blew them kisses and hurried into the airport.
Before checking in, she moved out of the way of the steady stream of holiday travelers, unearthed her phone, and jumped online. There were flights to Denver tomorrow and, while they were way more expensive than her super-saver, it would be worth it, if her plan worked.
Rather than change her flight, she typed a text.
“Hey, it’s Brit. I’m at the airport, but I can change my flight to tomorrow… if you’re free.”
No dots appeared.
I’ll give him ten minutes.
She made her way to a group of seats by a window. After sitting, she eyed the never-ending throng of travelers. A middle-aged man and woman, along with a girl—who looked like she was in her late teens—stopped a few chairs down. The woman set down her carry-on bag, then read something on her phone.
“I booked another convention,” the woman exclaimed.
The man offered a warm smile. “Congratulations, dear.”
The girl, looking bored out of her mind, stroked her hair, over and over again, like a nervous tic.
“Stop playing with your hair, Honor.”
Ignoring the woman, the girl slid her gaze to the man.
“Leave her alone,” he said. “She’s not doing anything wrong.”
“It’s annoying me,” snapped the woman. “Why do you always take her side?”
“We had a lovely trip. Just ignore her.” The man put his arm around the woman and coaxed her forward.
They continued on, the girl trailing behind, her fingers no longer raking incessantly through her long hair.
Life’s short, shit happens, people are mostly crazy.
Brit glanced down at her phone and her heart skipped. Rebel had replied, but she’d been too engrossed in the family to notice.
Excitement swept through her.
“I’m free,” Rebel replied. “I’ll pick you up.”
Oh, wow. I wasn’t expecting that.
“Hawk said you own a club. Let’s meet there. What time?”
“Ten minutes ago,” he replied, adding the Georgetown address.