pinched the bridge of her nose. “I think this is creepier than when you take pictures of me while I sleep.”
A week later while he was at work, she’d moved out. Within two hours she and her dog were in her parent’s spare bedroom and most of her belongings packed in her car.
The San Diego airport was complicated and yet familiar to Gabriela as she pulled into a parking space in the multi-level complex, exited her car and hurried to the terminal.
After dodging cars in the drop off and pick up area, she managed to get to the escalator and up to where she’d be able to wait for Jeremy.
Gabriela fidgeted with her purse strap and once again checked the archway where the passengers would be coming out. Jeremy’s airplane had landed and with each passing moment, she became more excited about seeing him.
Finally, he walked out. At six foot three, it was easy to spot him. His flat gaze moved across the crowd. A pair of women to Gabriela’s left openly gawked.
When he spotted her, a grin split his face and she could barely keep from running to him. Instead, she waited for him to come closer and envelop her in a bear hug. She sagged against him needing the strength he radiated.
He lifted her face and his mouth immediately covered hers. Gabriela closed her eyes not caring who watched and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I missed you,” he whispered into her ear, the warmth of his breath making her tingle.
Jeremy’s hand was wrapped around the passenger door handle, his knuckles turning white as she zigzagged through traffic. “Move out of the way moron,” she exclaimed. “Jeez.”
“You’re tail-gating,” he said not giving up his hold. “Maybe I should drive.”
She glanced at him. “You won’t survive. These people are out for blood.” She zipped into a tight space and continued forward. “I think it’s fun. Keeps me on my toes. I’m kind of like one of those Jedi fighters.”
“Right.” He let out a long breath and pressed back into his seat when they were narrowly missed by a van sliding in front of them.
“Hungry?” Gabriela changed the subject.
“Starving.”
“Good, you’ll love this place.”
She took the next exit and took a few turns before pulling into a parking space in front of an eatery. “They make the best food.”
“Flying Biscuit?” Jeremy frowned up at the sign. “Interesting.”
It was hard to eat with her stomach tumbling over the announcement she was about to give Jeremy. Her mind was made up. She didn’t want him to waste any time visiting the police department there or whatever else he’d planned to do in order to start the process of transferring.
They walked in and were seated immediately since it was late morning and the breakfast crowd had cleared out.
“I-I.” Her stomach churned. Damn nerves. Jeremy lifted a brow.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Gabriela jumped up and rushed into the small eclectically decorated bathroom and stared at her reflection. She really needed to get a hold of herself. Yes, it was a big decision and sure each time she saw Jeremy again her hormones went haywire, but seriously, she was going to marry the man. They would spend the rest of their lives together, no need for so much drama.
“Get a hold of yourself Gabriela,” she snapped at her reflection. After washing her hands, she went back out and stopped. Frozen in place, she watched as Rafael said something to Jeremy, who was standing up now. Rafael shoved his cell phone at Jeremy who looked at the display.
She hurried over, thankful there were only a couple of tables with people at them.
“What are you doing here?” She poked her ex in the arm with her finger. “Go away.”
He had the audacity to roll his eyes. “I’m informing this man who I am.”
“A psychopath?”
“Your boyfriend.”
It took counting to ten and two deep breaths before she could form a reply. “No, you are not my boyfriend. We broke up months ago.”
This time it was Jeremy who spoke. “What is happening? Who is this?”
“Jeremy,” Gabriela held out a hand toward Jeremy and then swept toward Randolph, “Meet my stalker ex. Stalker, meet my fiancé.”
“I am not your stalker.” Rafael managed to look contrite.
“Then why do I have a restraining order against you?” She grabbed her purse and began digging in it. “It’s in here somewhere.”
Rafael chuckled. “It was a misunderstanding. We’ve seen each other since.”
“Like when you showed up at my building