Chapter 120 Not Actually Single

• Jason had no idea when Amelia's plane would actually touch down. He only knew it would be sometime after midnight, so he showed up before the clock struck eleven and planted himself among the tired families and cab drivers, determined to keep watch. Amelia hadn't even finished typing a reply to his earlier message when a familiar voice cut through the white-noise hum of rolling suitcases and flight announcements.
• She lifted her gaze. There he was at the arrival barrier—tall, shoulders squared beneath a charcoal overcoat, city dust still clinging to the hem like he'd sprinted here straight from the office.
• "Amelia, over here!"