Becca.
As the plane took off from the airport, I tried to come to terms with what I had done. I was leaving Miami with Neal and headed back north to the lands I knew. It was disheartening to know things had gone as bad as they did, but I accepted it.
Glancing over at Neal, I saw that he was busy typing away on the laptop in front of him. The man had been on one business call after another, and it reminded me that just because someone has money that doesn’t mean they don’t work for it.
Like James, Neal was a busy, successful proprietor.
It now made sense why he said he didn’t want to leave his partner when he had to go off to another location. He wants to be part of the relationship and not constantly away. Which was sweet, but seemed lonely.
“Thank you for letting me catch a ride.”
Looking up at me, he smiled. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m more than happy to help you out.”
“Why though? I mean, you barely know me.”
