Page 240 of Promising You
Frank gives me a hug next. “Have a good trip, honey.”
I whisper near his ear. “I’ll get you the money as soon as possible. I don’t know how all that works, but I’ll figure it out. Get Ryan a car before anything else. And then get yourself something.”
He pulls away, smiling. “You have fun this summer. Be sure to call us.”
“I will. See you later.”
The plane ride to California is a few hours so I use the time to sleep. Since getting the news about Garret I’ve been too excited to sleep, but I sleep really well on planes for some reason. When we land, the guy next to me has to wake me up.
Harper is picking me up at the airport so I get my suitcase, then wait for her outside the terminal.
This is my first time in California. Harper told me the weather here is almost always perfect. Today it’s sunny and dry and feels like it’s about 75 degrees. Perfect, just like she said.
I hear my phone ringing while I’m waiting and I have to dig through my carry-on bag to get it out.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Garret?” I instantly smile just hearing his voice again.
He laughs. “Yeah. It’s Garret. Why were you asking like you weren’t sure? I thought we were on the ‘it’s me’ level.”
I start laughing. “We are. We totally are. I just wasn’t expecting it to be you. I’ve been dying to talk to you. I can’t believe you made me wait—”
“Where are you right now?”
“I’m at the airport. Harper’s picking me up. She should be here any minute.”
“Yeah. About that. Harper called and said she isn’t coming.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because I told her not to.”
“Why would you—” I stop when I notice a white BMW convertible parked two cars down from where I’m standing.
“So you want a ride or what?” I turn around and Garret is right there in front of me, looking all California-like in his white polo shirt, navy shorts, sunglasses, and a golden-brown tan.
My heart explodes with happiness. If I were a cartoon, little pink and red hearts would be floating around my head right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited to see someone. In fact I know I haven’t.
I go to hug him but he hugs me first, lifting me off the ground.
“Garret, how did you do this?”
“I’ll tell you later.” He sets me down and gives me a long, not-so-innocent kiss that is probably causing the people around us to stare. Who cares? They have no idea what we’ve been through.
“You need to move your car, sir.”
We stop kissing and notice a police officer pointing back at the car.
“Yeah, we were just leaving,” Garret says.
The guy shakes his head, annoyed. Garret just laughs and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the car. He opens the door for me, then goes back for my luggage and puts it in the truck. When he gets in he asks, “Do you want to drive? It’s your car.”
“You go ahead. I have all summer to drive it.”
He takes off away from the airport.
