Ethan hadn’t spoken since the airport. He hadn’t looked at her since the wink. Ding. She watched him tap his phone to check a text from Amber. Where are you, Mr. Hotstuff? Oh please . . . Ding. This one was from Maya: WE MISS YOU. Ding. Brooklyn: You seriously aren’t coming? Ding. Kimmy: I refuse to have Christmas without you. Ding.
