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after I got back home, I would talk to Grams about them.
    We finally landed at the Albuquerque Sunport and I made my way towards the baggage claim, wondering who would be there to pick me up. I exited the revolving doors from the secure area of the airport and saw a beautiful sight: Jack leaning against a pillar, hands in his pockets, watching the disembarking passengers. His face lit up in a huge smile when he saw me, mirroring the giant one on my face. Within seconds I was in his arms, my carry-on bags forgotten in a heap next to me, being hugged and kissed within an inch of my life.
    We finally came up for air and Jack held my face between his two big hands. “Let me look at you for a minute. God, Ally. I missed you so much.” And he was kissing me again. I’m really glad I thought to pack my toothbrush in my carry on. It felt incredible to be back in his arms. I had almost forgotten how good he smelled and how wonderful it felt to be surrounded by his strength, held securely against his hard chest.
    “Where’s Mom and Grams?” I asked when we finally got our momentary fill of each other and we were on our way to the baggage claim, my tote bag over his shoulder.
    “I’m it for your welcoming committee. Disappointed?” he asked with a crooked smile.
    “Not even a little bit,” I said with an answering grin. “But how did you manage to pull it off?”
    “Well, I had to practically swear on a stack of bibles I would take you straight home where they are preparing a homecoming feast for you. Tara and Megan are both there, supposedly helping.”
    “You’re staying for the feast, aren’t you?” I asked anxiously.
    He grabbed my hand. “Of course, querida. Don’t worry; wild horses couldn’t drag me away from you tonight.”
    I filled him in on the lighter details of my trip on our way home. I decided to wait until we had a more significant chunk of time to tell him about the whole oracle thing. That would take some explaining and I needed his undivided attention. It was barely dusk as we exited the freeway toward my neighborhood and Jack pulled into a church parking lot set off from the busy street.
    “I thought we had to get straight home?” I asked curiously.
    “Yeah, well, I know I won’t have you to myself for the rest of the night, so I’m stealing a little time now. I figure I can fudge about ten minutes into our trip home by claiming a traffic jam on the freeway. It can be our secret.” He turned off the ignition and leaned over the center console to kiss me. I was having none of that and climbed over the console to sit in his lap, straddling him. We had perfected this over the last few months. We spent a few precious minutes getting reacquainted. Suffice it to say I would need to reapply my lipgloss and comb my hair before we got home. I did, giggling a bit as Jack also had to comb his hair and tuck his shirt back in. Don’t judge me. I needed to have my hands on his skin a wee bit. He, as always, remained a perfect gentleman. Mostly. My world was back in alignment.
    Mom and Grams had really pulled out all the stops for my homecoming. They took turns nearly squeezing the life out of me and telling me I couldn’t be gone for such a long time again. There was a “Welcome Home, Ally” banner Tara and Megan had collaborated on, probably to get them out from under foot in the kitchen, and way too much food for six people. They had prepared all my favorites: labor intensive spinach lasagna, garlic bread, a strawberry-feta salad, and a wondrous, gooey chocolate cake for dessert. It was so good to be home. Everyone admired my haircut, Megan embarrassing both Jack and me by asking if he had run his hands through it yet. Tara said it made me look at least 19, except for the fact I’m still as short as most middle-schoolers. She’s sure not one to sugarcoat anything.
    After dinner, I sat by Jack on the couch, his arm around me, as I told everyone about the trip. Since Megan was there, I left out all