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and then the big one said, “Okay, Elly, let’s go catch a guy at the airport.
This is just like a movie.” He made me laugh. To look at the guy you would
never guess he had a romantic bone in his body.
    “Let’s go,” I told him with a grin. On the way to
the airport I thought about all that had happened that night. I couldn’t
believe I quit my job like that. I wasn’t really worried about it. I was sure
if I looked hard enough, I’d be able to find something else when we got back. I
was also sure that I needed to do this. If I didn’t go after him and tell him
how I felt, I was going to regret it.
    We got to the George Bush Intercontinental Airport
in about twenty minutes. The big guy was pushing the speed limit, but I was
grateful. When we got there, I gave him a hug and thanked him. He wished me
luck. The airport was not quite as big as LAX but there were still a lot of
people there. I went from terminal to terminal looking for him. I was praying the
whole time that he hadn’t gotten lucky and found a flight that was leaving
right away. So far the only ones were to L.A. I’d seen were not leaving for
hours, so he shouldn’t be through security already. My stomach was in knots and
I was sweating. I told myself if I didn’t catch him there, I could find him
when we got home. I mean, where was he going to go? I knew he didn’t have much
money and he didn’t have his own place. As I was having that thought, I saw
him. He had his back to me and he was walking up to the United Airlines ticket
counter. I called out his name, but he didn’t turn around; it was loud in there
and I doubted he heard me.
    I hurried across the room, covering the ten or
twelve feet between us in seconds. When I got close to him I touched him on the
shoulder. I held my breath then, unsure how he was going to react and feeling
like a weight was sitting on my chest. When he turned around and realized it
was me, he grinned. The weight on my chest was lifted and I could finally
breathe.
    “Hi,” was all I could think of to say.
    “Hi,” he said, still grinning. “ You
going my way?”
    I shrugged, “I was thinking about it.”
    “Don’t you have a job here?”
    “I quit,” I told him.
    “Funny, I quit my job today too.”
    “I heard. I’m sorry that I didn’t hear you out. They’re
bastards; I don’t want to work for people like that.”
    He started to say something but I was overwhelmed
with the need to kiss him suddenly. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He
dropped his duffle bag and put his arm around me, pulling me in closer. We
kissed, passionately, like no one was watching.
    When we came up for air, I said, “We’ve been through
a lot in the time we’ve known each other. I think we handle things better
together than we do apart.” I was trying to tell him that I loved him, but it
was stuck in my throat. I was so afraid that he wouldn’t want to hear it.
    “Yeah, we are good together,” he said. He pulled me
back into his chest and with his lips just inches from mine he said, “I love
you, Elly.”
    Everything inside of me melted. Before I could
respond he crushed his lips back down on mine and kissed me again. That one
took all the breath out of me and when he pulled back this time he said,
“Should we head home?”
    I nodded and he bent to pick up his duffel bag. He
stood back up and reached for my hand and I said, “I love you, too, Tristan. I
think I’ve loved you since I was twelve years old.”
    He grinned again and in that arrogant, but sexy way
he has about him he said, “I know.”

 
    CHAPTER
TEN
    TRISTAN
    FIVE
YEARS LATER
    I was standing in the vocal room with my headphones
on looking towards the cavernous studio across the microphone at my beautiful
wife and thinking about the bumpy road we took to get to this point in our
lives. I was there, along for the ride, but I knew that I had Elly to thank for
it all. If it wasn’t for her, I’d have been living on the streets or