I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt the teardrops fall from my face and wet my hand. What was I going to do? How could I continue this journey with this man and fall even more? Worse, an equally harder question was, how could I not?
Miraculously, I fell asleep a little while after that. I woke up to a hand at my cheek. “Hey, beautiful. A little less than an hour left.”
I stretched my hands up over my head. “Carter. Why aren’t you in the cockpit?”
“I needed to see your face. It’s been driving me fucking insane the last six hours knowing you were sitting back here thinking about what was going to happen next between us.”
I smiled. He looked like he was hoping I’d give him my decision, but I still had no idea what I was going to do. “I’m sorry. I don’t have an answer yet.”
“It’s okay. I need to go back. But I wanted to tell you something before we land, and you made up your mind.”
“What’s that?”
He took my hand. “After Lucy died, I decided I wanted to go to school to be a pilot. But I was scared I wouldn’t be able to hack it. I was partying all the time and screwing around, basically acting like an immature jerk. I got accepted into the aviation program and wasn’t sure what to do. Flying a plane is a big responsibility, and I doubted I was capable. So I did something I’d never done before. I dug out the old poems Lucy had written for me when we were together and re-read them. I’m not sure what I was looking for, or what I expected, but it felt like something I needed to do. Anyway, I read them all—there must have been fifty of them—unsure of what I was even looking for. It didn’t become clear until I read the last one.”
“What did it say?”
“I don’t remember the exact words, but the ending went something like this: Your wings already existed; now you must learn to fly.” Carter shrugged. “It’s silly, but I took that to be a sign. I mean, what are the chances Lucy’s poem would be about learning to fly when I was trying to decide to become a pilot?”
“I don’t think it’s silly at all. I truly believe that sometimes God directs us to read signs to guide our decisions. They’re always there, but He makes us see things at certain times in our lives. I think that’s what I was hoping would happen on this trip when I started out. I’d find the signs that would guide me to make the right choice.”
Carter grinned. “I’m glad you feel that way. Did you happen to read the article about one of those Kardashians in your tabloid magazine?”
I furrowed my brow. “I think I did. Something about one of the twins meeting a rapper?”
He kissed my lips. “I gotta get back. Take another look at the article. Maybe it’s your sign.”
Confused, I chuckled. “Okay.”
“See you on the ground, beautiful.” He stood and began to walk away when I called after him.
“Carter?”
“Yeah?”
“Do any flight attendants live in your building?”
He gave me a sexy half smile. “Definitely not.”
“Is there a uniformed doorman?”
“Nope.”
“Do you live in a penthouse?”
His half smile widened to a full-fledged grin. “Not even close.”
“So naked women don’t meet you at your door when you get home wearing stilettos?”
He laughed. “Thank Christ, no. You have no idea how funny that question is. If you decide to come home with me, remember what you just asked.”
“Okay.”
After Carter disappeared back into the cockpit, I took out my magazine and flipped through the pages until I came to the story about one of the Kardashian kids. Curious as to what he thought could be a sign for us, I reread the entire article. The story was about Kendall, so there was that commonality, but that was about all I could seem to find that could possibly point me to anything. She had met a new guy, that was sure as heck nothing new, and the article had a few pictures of them kissing and roller skating. Apparently they were on a trip to Miami, so there was a faint Florida connection, too. Unable to break his cryptic message, I figured I’d ask Carter about it when we landed. But then I closed the magazine and his sign hit me right smack in the face.
The cover had various quotes. In the top right-hand corner, there was a picture of Taylor Swift and underneath it read. Taylor: Music is better than sex. I laughed to myself thinking there was no way in hell that was a sign he wanted me to read into. Down at the bottom of the cover was a picture of Kendall Jenner. The words underneath hit me hard, and I knew exactly what Carter had been hoping I’d see as a sign. Kendall: I fell in love in Florida.