Time for Me by Jan Thompson

Author:Jan Thompson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jan Thompson

CHAPTER ELEVEN

On Friday morning, Winton drove to Savannah to pick up Sheryl for their flight to Atlanta. The good news: he was on time. The bad news: he had been in such a hurry that he’d driven away from his house without his framed pencil sketch of Sheryl.

“Let’s take it as my excuse to see you again,” Winton said.

Sheryl laughed it off. She tried not to appear overly eager to see the artwork.

Their conversations in the car and on the flight were casual and inconsequential, with neither one trying to sound overly desperate for the other if they discussed anything less mundane.

Still, Sheryl wondered what Winton might be thinking. He had told her he was in love with someone. Could it be her?

They had kissed on the rooftop.

Perhaps that had been due to their own loneliness, not love. Both of them hadn’t been with anyone else in a long time. Her sudden appearance at his house on Wednesday might have triggered something.

On the other hand, what if God had kept them single for the last few years to prepare them for each other? What if Winton had finally let Abilene go and was now free to love again?

Having known Winton for a decade, Sheryl knew that he wasn’t the type to randomly kiss a woman. It explained why he had a hard time getting over Abilene and why he hadn’t dated since their break-up. Eight years might be a long time for Winton to be single, but he had needed that time to heal and recover.

Arriving at the Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson International Airport shortly after two o’clock, Winton picked up Sheryl’s luggage from the carousel and pushed it on a cart along with his own backpack and rolling suitcase. She didn’t have to lift a finger.

He even paid for the rental car and drove her out of the airport. He knew where to go, checking her into her hotel room and delivering her luggage to her door. In fact, he even carried her laptop backpack.

“Would you like a snack or something?” Winton asked after he dropped off Sheryl’s bags in her room.

“Is this when I tip you?” Sheryl laughed.

“I’ll take a peck here.” He pointed to his cheek.

“Seriously, why are you doing all this for me? I can carry my own luggage.”

“Did I overdo it?”

“No.” Sheryl felt bad she had responded the way she did. “I’m sorry. Thank you for helping me today.”

“You’re welcome.”

She reached for his chin and gently kissed him on the lips. “When should I be ready for dinner tonight?”

“It starts at six o’clock. How about I knock on your door at five forty-five? We’ll have to go eleven floors down to the ballroom.”

Sheryl checked her watch. “That’s about five hours and forty-five minutes from now.”

“What are you doing between now and then?”

“Maybe I’ll take a nap. I don’t have to get my hair done, as I plan to tie it up in a bun.”

Winton looked at her. “You’ve been to a lot of dinners.”

“On behalf of Simon’s Gallery, yes.

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