“Thanks.” She didn’t seem to have any clue that Seth had fought with Mar about how Breeze should work for him. He wasn’t about to tell her and get another lecture about her pride.
They loaded up in the four-door truck Caleb had procured for them yesterday and, after dropping off the dirt bikes, drove to the airport, securing flights as they went. As bad luck would have it, Breeze’s flight departed in less than three hours and it was a two-hour drive from Preston to the Salt Lake airport. The conversation in the cab was relaxed but as they approached the airport to drop off Breeze, it seemed like everyone sensed Seth’s frustration at having to let her go.
The rest of them would return the truck before catching a shuttle back for their flight that didn’t leave for two more hours. Seth wasn’t ready to leave her.
He jumped out of the door at the airport curb and Breeze slid to the edge of the seat. He grasped her waist, and set her on the concrete. She looked up at him, so beautiful with those big brown eyes and her flowing blonde hair.
“I’d better go,” she murmured.
He nodded. Bending swiftly, he pressed a firm kiss to her lips and then stepped back to let her go. “I’ll come see you soon,” he promised.
“Okay.” She lifted a hand and called. “Bye, Caleb. Love you, Ridge.”
“Bye,” Caleb echoed.
“Love you,” Ridge said, a trace of embarrassment in his voice.
“Bye. Thanks again, for everything.” She smiled sweetly at Seth and hurried into the airport.
Seth didn’t like watching her go. All she had on her was her phone, her purse, and probably no money. What if she got hungry, or if the flight Mar had booked her left her, or if she simply needed him?
He climbed back into the rear of the truck, refusing to look at his brother.
“Well that sucked,” Caleb said.
Seth nodded his agreement. Leaving Breeze more than sucked. When would he see her again?