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“Give me,” Akara leans over and holds out his hand for Banks’ cell
Banks says to me, “We’d arrive at oh-six-hundred” He passes his cell to Akara
So…6 a is at 9 am
It’s perfect
“I’ it,” Akara says
I slow the car to the speed limit We have time then to make it to the airport But if I wreck this Honda, I really will never forgive myself
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AKARA KITSUWON
The drive to the airport is painful Like being in a slow- to do with being late to the wedding I’m confident we’ll be there with hours to spare Even without a private jet
We did visit that avenue Sulli called her uncle, but Connor couldn’t find a pilot available in our area At least not in the e’re working with
But I’ve pinned down four other possible cohts with short layovers that we could take at last ht is delayed
Sulli is in love with Banks
The thought crawls over s into my flesh
Be happy for them, Nine
How?
How can I be happy when I love her too? I love Sullivan Minnie Meadows, and I don’t want to let her go I’ve even conte the sure she knoon the table
If she chooses him, I don’t want it to be because she’s unsure of how I feel
But the tiht I’m not alone with Sulli Banks is here too And I’ back to Philly feels more brutal than it should The closer to the airport we are, the less relieved I am
Sulli parks on the third floor of the parking deck Only a few cars dot this level, which gives us plenty of privacy as we cli in the backseat, gathering her backpack and things
I scope out our surroundings, and as Banks pries a duffel fro
He cinches one eye closed, wincing at fluorescent, parking deck lights that flicker on as dark clouds roll across the sky
I solidify “You’re in pain?”
Banks roots a hand to the side of the car
I drop the bag “Banks—talk to me”
He hunches over, gripping the side of his head “Fuck,” he grits through his teeth
My pulse spikes I dig into my pocket, about to call 9-1-1
“Banks?” Sulli crawls out of the car and races to him, a hand to his shoulder “Is it your head? Just sit down Sit down” She helps hiainst the tire of the Honda