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flight to Chicago,” I said, breathless from running in there.
     
    “Ma’am,” the attendant said. “The line is over there.”
     
    She pointed to the left where a mile long line for Delta Airlines wrapped around two poles and stretched all the way back towards the front doors. Somehow I’d missed that. I began to cry.
     
    “I need to get home to see my grandmother,” I cried, wiping tears. “She’s in the hospital.”
     
    The attendant looked sympathetic. “I’m so sorry. I wish there was something I could do.”
     
    “By the time I get through that line, it’s going to be too late,” I said, glancing at my watch. It was already eight thirty. I hoisted my bag around my shoulder and walked away, headed towards the very end of the Delta line. I’d have to wait a few extra hours. I had no other choice.
     
    After a solid hour of waiting in line, I approached the counter and asked for a ticket.
     
    “I’m sorry, miss,” the attendant said as she clicked through the computer. “That flight is booked. I can put you on standby but there’s no guarantee.”
     
    My mouth hung open in disbelief.
     
    “Or I can put you on the first flight out tomorrow,” she offered, biting her lip and probably praying I wasn’t going to freak out at her.
     
    “Standby is fine,” I said. “I’ll take my chances.”
     
    She printed my standby ticket and directed me to security. All I could think about was my grandmother and nothing else.
     
     
     
     
     

TEN
 
     
     
    TRENTON
     
     
     
    “Brenna?” I called out when I got home. Five o’clock on the dot, just like I’d promised. The place was empty. My staff had gone home. Silence echoed through the vast walls and high ceilings. “You home?”
     
    I headed over to the secret door and knocked. Nothing. I scanned my finger and let myself in. Her place was empty too. I checked around. All her things were gone. She’d just…vanished.
     
    Maybe she had second thoughts? I wondered.
     
    I pulled my phone out and texted her. No response. I called her but it went straight to voicemail. I sat down on the edge of her bed and raked my fingers through my hair trying to remember the night before. It had gone pretty damn well I thought. She seemed to enjoy it. She enjoyed it a lot actually. What would’ve made her run out?
     
    I left her apartment and locked the door, heading to my room to undress and unwind. I was going to need a stiff drink. All day I’d thought about her. And not in the usual way. A different way. Like I couldn’t get her out of my fucking head. The way she tasted. The way she smelled. The way she bit her lip when she was orgasming the night before. The way she melted into the covers when it was all done.
     
    I pulled my phone out and sent her a text. A bunch of questions marks. I had no words. Several long hours later she finally responded.
     
     
     
    “In Chicago.”
     
     
     
    I immediately dialed her. “What are you doing in Chicago?” I tried to wrap my head around the fact this morning she was lying naked in my sheets and by the time I got home she was on a flight across the country.
     
    “My grandmother had a stroke,” she said, her voice faltering as she tried to stifle her emotion. I supposed for a girl like her it was difficult showing her vulnerability to a man she hardy knew.
     
    “I’m so sorry, Brenna,” I said. “Is there anything I can do?”
     
    “I don’t know,” she sighed. “I don’t think so. I’ll let you know.”
     
    “Don’t hesitate to ask for anything. I mean that.”
     
    “I’m probably going to be here a while,” she said. “So, I don’t think I’ll be able to be your surrogate. I’m sorry.”
     
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said. “Wait a minute.”
     
    “Yes?”
     
    “I’m not in any rush,” I said, not wanting to lose her. “I’ll wait as long as I need to if you’re on board with this.”
     
    She paused. Silence.
     
    “Are…you on board with this?” I asked, my