“Austin again?”
He shrugged.
“That’s business.”
Then he kissed my cheek.
Cold.
Quick.
Meaningless.
And walked out the door.
What Ryan didn’t know was that I’d received a last-minute schedule assignment the night before.
I had been promoted to lead flight attendant on a tourist route.
Destination:
Cancun.
When I first saw the route assignment, I almost called him.
Then I stopped myself.
For months, I’d learned to trust the strange knot that kept tightening in my stomach.
And now that feeling stood directly in front of me.
Ryan.
Wearing a white linen shirt.
Expensive cologne.
And Ashley hanging onto his arm like a newlywed bride.
Ashley leaned toward him.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
Ryan’s face had gone pale.
“It’s Valerie.”
Ashley blinked.
“Your wife?”
The line of passengers behind them kept moving.
People wanted to board.
Nobody knew they were witnessing the beginning of a disaster.
I looked at Ashley’s hand gripping my husband’s arm.
