Wet: Part 1
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She shook her head. “But I’ll get it. Don’t worry!”
She hasn’t booked a flight—yet. That was good, though getting a flight off the island wasn’t hard. The airline had an office on the island, but most people didn’t stop in to purchase their flight until they were on their way to the airstrip.
His brows knit together, his head spinning from her announcement. “Since when do you do anything I say?” He couldn’t figure out why she suddenly decided to jump so quickly on something he said at such an emotional moment. He had to think of something.
“Saturday is a busy day for the airlines. If you wait … if you left on a weekday, it might be cheaper.” He grasped for any way to stall her—keep her, knowing how tight she was with money. It’s all he had. “Do you really want to go home?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “You’re right. It’s for the best.”
He exhaled hard and ran his hand through his hair. “Can you wait until next week, at least?”
She didn’t look up, wouldn’t look at him, but she nodded.