said. “Like vanilla and sugar.”
“Thanks. It’s just my moisturizer.”
“It smells like the perfume you usually wear,” Drew replied, as he closed his eyes and breathed in Jen’s scent.
“It’s the same fragrance in the moisturizer. I’m glad you like it,” she said.
“Mmm…I love it. Every time I smell it, I think of you,” Drew said, as he kissed Jen on the top of her head and smoothed her hair.
Jen responded by kissing his chest. She sighed as she Drew held her close and, with her head resting against his heart, she fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
A fter their tearful goodbye at the airport when she begged him to come back to her, Jen spoke or texted with Drew every day after he moved back to California, keeping up to date on his father’s condition.
“Why don’t I come out to see you this weekend? I’m off to Paris tomorrow, but I’ll be back on Thursday, and can catch a flight to the west coast on Friday,” Jen said during one of their phone conversations.
“That sounds great! Can’t wait to see you,” Drew said. “I love my parents, but could use a weekend away from the house. I’ll book us a room someplace, so we can have some alone time.”
“Perfect!”
Jen was distracted the entire time in Paris, and couldn’t wait for the trip to wrap up. Come on, Friday, hurry up and get here, she thought constantly. I need to get to San Francisco. I need to get to Drew.
When she arrived at Charles De Gaulle Airport on Friday morning, she found that her flight to JFK was cancelled. “But you don’t understand,” she said to the ticket agent. “I have to get home. Can’t you get me on another flight?”
The ticket agent searched again, but shook her head. “I’m sorry, but there are no seats on any of the flights today or tomorrow.”
“What about from here to San Francisco? Can you get me on anything?”
The agent consulted her computer screen. “I’m sorry. There is bad weather everywhere. The snow in London and in New York is causing so many flights to be cancelled.”
Dejected, Jen turned away from the ticket counter and dialed Drew. “I’m stuck in Paris. My flight was cancelled because of the snow in New York, and I can’t get another flight for two days.”
“Oh, no,” Drew said. “I’m so sorry you’re stuck there. I miss you so much,” he said, his voice unable to hide his disappointment.
“I miss you too. I’ll call you when I’m back in New York, and maybe we can make some plans then,” Jen said, as she ended the call.
The following Friday, Drew boarded a plane for New York. I can’t wait to see you, he thought, as he looked at photos of Jen stored on his phone. You’re going to be so surprised when I call to tell you that I’m in New York, he thought, as he gazed at a photo taken of them together the night of the charity auction. We’ve been best friends for so long, and now we’re finally going to take it to the next level.
As he stared out the window, his thoughts shifted to the other reason for his trip to New York. I’ve got to pack up my apartment, too, and arrange to ship everything back home. At least I was able to sublet it, he thought, glad that his friend and college basketball teammate, Luke Hanson, agreed to take over his lease.
As soon as he exited the plane, Drew dialed Jen. “How’s my girl?”
“Couldn’t be better, because I’m talking to you,” Jen said. “I was just about to call you, actually.”
“I’ve missed you so much, especially our daily runs. Want to go running together later on?”
“Wait…how did you know I’m in San Francisco? I just checked into the Ritz Carlton.”
Drew stopped dead in his tracks. “You’re where?”
“I’m in San Francisco. Surprise!”
“Oh my God, Jen. Oh, no,” Drew’s voice trailed off.
“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” Jen said, her voice
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