The One That Got Away Update

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“Dad, don’t worry,” Bella said as she balanced her phone between her shoulder and ear while she walked through the baggage claim of Tampa International Airport. Her flight had been delayed, causing her to miss her connection in Denver and she arrived just after two in the morning, local time. Her dad was supposed to pick her up, but he was working an overnight shift. He was stuck at the precinct. “I’m catching a cab.”

“Call an Uber, Bells. Or call Edward. Can’t he pick you up?” Charlie asked.

“He’s also working, Dad. I’ll be okay,” she said, exhausted. Bella had worked all day before flying out. Then, she had to be up early to be at the University of Tampa for the first of her two interviews tomorrow. Yawning, she waved down a cab and ended the call with her father.

Giving her dad’s address, the cab drove off into the darkness. Twenty minutes later, she paid the cabbie and let herself into her dad’s tiny bungalow. It smelled homey, a combination of vanilla and cinnamon. There were feminine touches around the house, along with fresh flowers on the dining room table. Bella arched a brow, too tired to think about it. She remembered that her dad was dating, but did his girlfriend move in? Dragging her bags into her room, she stripped off her clothes and fell into bed. She shot off a text to Edward, saying she was in Florida. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her alarm and cuddled into bed.

The next morning, Bella showered and got dressed in a sleek black pantsuit along with a pair of patent-leather heels. She was curling her hair when there was a knock on the door. Teetering to the front door, Edward, looking haggard and exhausted, stood on the front porch, holding a bouquet of flowers and a large cup of coffee. “You should be at work,” Bella chided as he strode, kissing her cheek. He was still dressed in his scrubs, his face covered in several days’ worth of stubble and his green eyes covered by his chic glasses. “Thank you, though.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled, his voice deep and husky. “My boss took pity on me. I was working on dictations in the on-call room and the equipment was recording my snoring. Three days – I’ve been at the hospital for three days. But, I’m free until Monday morning at six.”