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Gwen saw him as soon as the plane pulled up to the hangar

Drew.

He was the tall one with the sure stance, waiting for her with a group of other people. Relief eased some of the tightness in her chest.

She straightened and walked to the hangar. She was at least one hundred feet from the open doors and the welcoming group, but Drew’s features were as sharp as if he stood six inches away.

His sunglasses hid his eyes so she had only his facial features and posture by which to judge his demeanor. He looked taller, his face defined, more mature. Not as young as she’d remembered him for six long months.

Before she finished her train of thought, Drew was in front of her. She hesitated. Was he angry about taking her in? Having her stay at his house?

“Gwen.” He closed the distance between them and embraced her. He kept his arms tightly around her, and she relished the feel of his winter jacket against her cheek. Relished the way she could almost convince herself she still had him to come home. That this was real.

She felt a sudden urge to pull back, look him in the eye and tell him that now she understood what really mattered in life.