“You get my phone, and I’ll get yours, okay?” With shimmering green eyes, she turns on her side as I shift my legs to the edge of the bed and stand.
“Deal. But don’t look until we look together.”
We are both stepping toward our phones. Mine is in my pants pocket on the floor next to the bed, and hers I grab from the table.
A moment later, we are both back on the bed. She’s on her knees, and I’m sitting next to her.
“Okay, let’s see.”
We turn our phones up. As I look down at her phone screen, I can’t believe what I’m reading. I glance up to find her looking right at me, then take another look at the screen. Then our eyes meet.
I see the question in my mind reflected in her face. For just a moment, it’s replaced with anger. Then, something like a realization.
“Something you want to tell me?” she says, holding up the screen to my face.
“Something you want to tell me?” I do the same.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but if I’m reading these correctly, there is something bigger than us at work here.”
Both our screens show the same image, just a few details have been differ. She’s booked in coach, I’m in first class.
But we are on the same fucking flight. To Provo. Tomorrow.
I can’t hide the grin. It’s like it was always meant to be. “Told you. You’re never getting away from me.”