“And you can’t meet me why?” Hannah asked a little too loudly, causing other waiting passengers to look in her direction.
“Because I don’t want to leave him now,” she whined, as if that should explain it all.
“But you can spend the rest of your life with good old Paul after we get back. Cassie, we’ve planned this trip for seven freakin’ years, and I’m standing in the airport all by myself waiting for—”
“Oh, I knew you’d understand, Hannah. You’re the best. I’ll see you when you get back and you can tell me all about the Gerards that you shagged without me. Send me a postcard from Ireland. I’ll make this up to you, Hannie, I promise, ’kay? Love you, bye-bye.”
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