Georgia stood just outside the entrance, her eyes scanning the crowd spilling out from the arrival gate. People dragged suitcases, some hugged loved ones, others rushed into waiting cars. Then she spotted him, Andrew.
Tall, sharp features, a navy blue blazer over a white shirt, a leather duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He looked just like she remembered from that one brief meeting years ago when she was still married to Sylvester. Clean-cut, professional, and completely different from his wife, Bonnie.
Georgia smoothed down her blouse, took a deep breath, and stepped forward calmly. Her heels clicked lightly on the pavement as she made her way toward him.
“Mr. Andrew,” she called out with a warm smile.
He stopped and looked up. For a second, his brow furrowed. Then recognition flic
