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the score. “There are signs. It’s well marked.”
    A smile spread across the old woman’ s face. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to text, would ya?”
    “Actually, I’m an expert at it.” Noah held out his hand and the old woman passed him her phone. “Who are we texting?”
    “Flynn. My granddaughter”
    “Interesting name.” Noah hit the contacts list and swept through the very sparse entries to one labeled Flynn Crane. He tapped the screen, which displayed a picture of a blonde woman who appeared to be about his age and not half bad looking, then typed in the message: Plane is early. See you at baggage level carousel in Terminal 1.
    A loud swoosh sounded as the text went out.
    The old woman clapped her hands. “Thank you. She sent me this phone and I’m still figuring it out.”
    “No worries.” Noah leaned down between the couple. “To send her another message, click here and type in the message, then hit this button. Got it?”
    The man who’d been peering over the top of his glasses, pushed them back up on his nose. “Thanks, son.”
    “You’re welcome.” Turning, he hitched his duffel bag up over his shoulder, making a beeline for the baggage claim area where he was supposed to be meeting Jackson and the guys.
    Noah’s phone went off in a trio of alerts. He pulled it from his shirt pocket and thumbed through the messages.
     
    Jackson: Yo CA Dreamer. Plane landed ten minutes ago. Where are you?
     
    Noah: On my way.
     
    Jackson: You schmoozing the stewardess or the girl seated next to you? Twenty dollar bet riding on you.
     
    Then Jackson texted a picture of himself and Ford mugging for the camera waving twenty dollar bills.
    Noah laughed. Boy, they’d be disappointed to hear the real reason he wasn’t down there yet. Stopping to take a leak and helping an old couple sounded more boy scout than he cared to admit.
    The last time Noah and the guys had been together was in Vegas for the Barrett-Jackson car show. He had schmoozed the airline attendant and taken her out that night. So, the bet wasn’t a bad one.
    That had been less than two years ago. There’d been plenty of schmoozing hot women on that trip, and although his life hadn’t changed since then, a lot had changed for his friends.
    Back then, they’d all vowed their bachelorhood was the most important thing to maintain, aside from their friendship. And while they used to run four strong, one had gotten married to a girl he’d met on that Sin City trip, and since they were expecting their first child any day now, there’d only be three this time.
    That was one of his biggest beefs with the whole marriage thing. People changed. At least he’d been lucky enough to realize that before he walked down the aisle and ended up losing half his stuff. He liked things just the way they were. Not a thing wrong with being single.
    Noah and Ford had agreed to come in early for the wedding and stay an extra day to help get Angie moved in to Jackson’s house. Noah would bet a hundred bucks that place would look a lot different in just six months. Ruffles here. Girly colors there. Probably all of Jackson’s most prized possessions quarantined in what women liked to call the “man cave,” which was really a place to hide from the world all the good stuff men love.
    The way Noah imagined the man cave, there’d be a turnstile instead of a door. The price of entry? Your man card. Never to be seen again.
    Noah’s teeth ached. He opened his mouth, relieving the pressure on his jaw. Grinding his teeth had become a habit with all the recent talk of weddings. He’d never let a woman come between him and his stuff. She’d probably want to use the precious square footage of his garage as a guest room addition. No, ma’am. Not in this lifetime.
    And now Jackson Washburn, who he’d thought would be the last one of their tightly knit group to marry besides himself, was getting married to a girl from this tiny North Carolina town.
    Noah felt even
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