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laugh while the man stares at us, mouth
agape. Olivia and I find our way back to our seats, and when we sit
we look at each other and burst into laughter.
    Owen Maxwell,
you 're
seriously screwed .
     
    * * *
     
    After a few more hours of chatting, a few
more shared moments of laughing, and few more adult beverages, our
flight lands at SeaTac. Olivia and I gathered our stowed luggage and make our way
toward the exits.
    “ Ride with me into the city,” I ask. “Our
hotels are right across the street.” Although I've just spent the
last six hours with her, I'm not quite ready for this night to end.
“We could grab dessert or something.”
    Olivia turns and looks up at me, tilts her
head, and gives me a sad smile. “My friend Charley is picking me
up. She's my best friend from Columbia. I haven't seen her in a
long time,” she says disappointedly. “Hey, you want us to bring you
to your hotel? We could drop you off?” she asks.
    I scrunch my nose and shake my head,
unable to hide my look of disappointment. I'm a little bummed that
this is ending. “No. I have a car service waiting.”
    As if on cue, I see a poster with O. MAXWELL
emblazoned on it.
    “ Aaand there he is,” I say sadly, pointing
to the short, squatty man holding the sign. “You go with your
friend. I'm sure she's just as excited to see you too.” An awkward
silence falls between us, and I'm oddly nervous. “Thank you for
making an otherwise unbearable flight one of the best flights I've
ever had,” I say honestly. “It was great meeting you. I have your
number and I'll call you about coffee.” I smile
hopefully.
    She nods and fiddles with her fingers, a
nervous habit of hers I've picked up on. I bend my head down and
brush my lips against hers.
    “ And to finish what we started…” I say
before wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close to
me. I lean in farther and kiss her. Gently parting her lips, I
deepen our kiss. Olivia responds by bringing her hands up my arms
and around my neck, her fingers teasingly playing with my
hair.
    I eventually pull away and press my
forehead against hers. “I have to go,” I whisper with ragged
breaths.
    Olivia nods and looks to the
ground. I kiss her one
more time on the forehead before I reluctantly straighten up. She
looks up and gives me a weak smile. I wink back at her and turn to
follow my driver out to the waiting car.
    After I hand my duffel to the driver, he
places it in the back of the black Escalade. I climb into the back
seat and lean my head against the headrest, still reeling from the
flight and how much Olivia affected me.  I need to call
Travis.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Owen
     
    “ Dude! You made it!” Travis's voice booms
on the other end of phone.
    “ Yeah, man. Just got into my car and I'm
headed into the city. Whatcha up to?”
    “ Marc and I are watching the game down at
Pete's Bar. Miracle of miracles, but our Seattle Mariners are
currently kicking your precious Yankees' ass!”
    “ It'll be short-lived…” I hear Marc comment
in the background.
    “ You guys going to be there for a while?
I'm not ready to call it a night yet,” I reply.
    “ Shit yeah! We'll come to you. They have a
swanky bar at the W Hotel, but we can hobnob with you for a bit,”
Travis yells over the screaming crowd at the bar.
    “ No. I'll come find you at Pete's. I
haven't been there in forever. Has it changed much since the D-Bags
made it big?” I ask with renewed energy, suddenly excited at the
prospect of grabbing a beer with my best friends, who just happen
to be at the old stomping grounds of one of my favorite
bands.
    “ Nope. Hasn't changed a bit. Still the
Pete's Bar we know and love. It's just gotten more popular since
the guys left,” Travis shouts over the screams from the game.
“Well, shit. Jeter just hit a two-run homer. Now we're all tied
up.”
    “ What did I tell you?” I hear Marc say.
“Here, hand me that...”
    I hear rustling on the other end of the
phone, and then a