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Caroline waits a beat before saying to me, “I forgive you. If you’re awake it means you’ve come to your senses. Now go make up with Adam.”

I laugh. The fight is over. And Caroline is okay. The way it sounds, more than okay. Thank heavens.

“Dr. Handsome,” I say.

“Excuse me?”

I’ve never met him, but I assume Calvin checks Caroline’s boxes.

She gets it and laughs. “Dr. Handsome is my doctor. That’s all.”

Can it be she’s more delusional than I am?

I go back to the issue at hand. “Adam lives in California.”

“So? You have somewhere better to be?”

I open my mouth to explain that Jeffrey is home, that I am looking for a new job. That it’s snowing.

But I stop myself.

None of it matters.

My son is an adult, my job search can wait, and the snow is . . . well, I’ll have to see how the conditions are at the airport. Which is where I will be heading once I pack up my bag.

“No, I have nowhere better to be in this whole entire world. Thank you, Caroline. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I hear a door open and Caroline giggle. “Keep me posted, Evie. Gotta run.”

“Will do. Say hi to Dr. Handsome for me.”

“He’s only my doctor,” she adds before hanging up.

With a sudden burst of energy, I shove aside the comforter and pop out of bed. I am going to get my man.

Nothing can stop me now.

Chapter Sixty-Five

Evie

The snow stops me.

I stand in the departures terminal, staring out the window at the rows of parked 747s coated in a fresh layer of snow. One by one, flights are being canceled, grounded due to inclement weather, the electronic display board turning red, line by line. For now, my flight to Reno is delayed.

Don’t cancel, I pray.

From the moment I entered the yellow cab, the snow began coming down in earnest.

“Hope your flight takes off on time,” the cabbie said, not sounding concerned in the least.

Now I’ll be happy if it takes off at all.

Since deciding to go for it with Adam, everything is getting in my way. No Ubers or Lyfts were available, leaving me shivering on the street, hailing a cab early in the morning. Then a winter warning popped up on my phone.

The gate area is crowded with bleary-eyed, coffee-sipping passengers. Several teenagers wearing matching basketball sweatshirts sit on the floor taking turns charging their phones.