Families crowded behind a long rope line, the wives and children and mothers of crew members, with balloons and handmade signs.
WELCOME HOME DADDY.
WE MISSED YOU.
A banner stretched across the far wall, and a small stage had been set up with a podium.
I stood near a pillar in a black fleece, with Scarlett in a blue cap and Eloise in a red one, both of them wide awake and grinning at the strangers.
The passengers began to stream out of the gangway hall, tan, rested, dragging luggage.
Then the crew followed in their navy blazers.
And when I finally spotted Dillon among them, my heart leaped.
I was about to wave and shout his name when something stopped me.
He wasn’t walking alone.
A beautiful woman was pulling a suitcase beside him.
She had glossy brown hair, a camel coat, and a gold bracelet on her wrist that caught the light with each step.
