She pulled out her phone and checked to see if she had any messages. There was one.
Just reading those words sent a rash of butterflies to her stomach. She was really going to do this. It had been four long years, but she’d never been able to get him out of her head, not once while she’d been away at college. Last month she’d called him on a whim, and he’d picked up. The rest, as they say, was history.
Grabbing her bag, she exited the plane, and headed toward the man she hoped was her future.