Free Like Glass We Break (Glass #2) by Kari Fisher Page A

mirror, or just the stress of having to drive to the airport in this terrible weather. Whatever the cause, Renae knows this is going to turn into a migraine by the end of the day. Her eyes are sensitive to light and there are black splotches in her vision. The ache from her head is throbbing all the way down into her neck. She just wants to close her eyes and sleep, or sink into a scalding hot bubble bath, but here she is—amidst the incredibly bright lights of the airport.
    Renae and Scott sit across from each other, waiting to hear what the fate of their flight is. Both of them are hoping to get home today and aren’t too thrilled with the news that they may have to extend their trip another day, or even two days, if this weather doesn’t let up.
    Scott stands and approaches the woman at the desk. She is a tiny little blonde with bright green eyes. Her hair is pulled back into the perfect ponytail and she is wearing thick-rimmed glasses that make her look intelligent and sexy. Scott imagines how the glasses would look on the nightstand beside his bed back home. He stands, dazed, and doesn’t respond immediately when she asks him what she can help him with.
    “Oh, sorry,” he mutters. “It’s been a long couple days. I’m just looking to get home.”
    “All flights are still delayed, sir. I don’t know how long they will be delayed, either. Hopefully this weather clears up and we can get you home,” she responds.
    “Thanks, Amrita,” he says, reading her name from her name tag. He leans in on the counter and asks her to let him know as soon as there’s an update on the status of his flight.
    “Sure, no problem,” she agrees. She looks down and goes back to doing whatever paperwork she was doing before he interrupted her, and Scott returns to his seat across from Renae.
    He is fidgety and antsy, twitching every couple seconds and scanning the large waiting area.
    “What’s wrong?” Renae asks, putting down the book she had been reading.
    “I just—I need to get home.”
    “Oh. Well, we will soon, I’m sure,” Renae assures him. “Are you that excited to get back to work tomorrow, Scott?”
    “No. I have other things I need to deal with,” he mumbles. “I have to see Sophie.”
    “Sophie? Oh.” Renae repeats the name quietly, feeling defeated. She had been certain he was over everything that happened with Sophie, who hasn’t texted Renae in a few days.
    “I need to go,” Scott announces, getting up from his chair. Renae looks up, but doesn’t move. Her eyes follow Scott as he walks out of the waiting area, quickly toward the exit, almost running.
    Renae is almost not surprised. He has done weird things in the past. He seems volatile and unpredictable. Still dark, mysterious, and attractive. Renae sighs and sinks back into the soft chair cushion. She decides that if he’s running back to Sophie and they work things out, she isn’t going to be very happy with either of them. Perhaps it’s time to start searching for a new job, although so far she’s happy at Danis. Maybe if she worked at a different office, she’d meet one of the associates there and they’d start a normal relationship and not this thing—whatever it is—she has with Scott.
    She finds herself still staring at the exit Scott just left through. She looks over and makes eye contact with Amrita, who smiles warmly.
    “I’m just going on break,” Amrita explains. “Do you need anything before I go?”
    “No, thanks. I’m good,” Renae replies, and returns to reading her book.
     
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    Amrita
     
    Amrita stands outside the airport, having a smoke. She inhales slowly, feeling the smoke enter her lungs. It makes it a bit harder to breathe, but she becomes familiarly lightheaded as the nicotine high hits. She feels relaxed, which she appreciates considering it’s been one heck of a day, with all of the flights delayed and passengers becoming irate with her. She finishes her last drag and drops the butt onto the