CHAPTER 45

Two and a Half Years Later "Why is it always prodigal sons and never prodigal daughters?" Andie"s voice comes over the phone as I shift into the limo outside the terminal at DFW. "Maybe women are smart enough not to go back." "Or they didn"t leave it so long in the first place." As the car pulls away, I slide my sunglasses up my nose. "Going home might be the worst idea you"ve had since becoming my roommate." "It wasn"t my idea. Haley invited you on behalf of her and your dad. I just played the dead dad card and reminded you that it sucks not to have a dad in the first place." "You"re right. And I"ll be back in New York first thing Monday. You won"t even notice I"m gone," I say as we wind our way through the mass of ramps and overpasses. "Well, someone noticed. He"s been knocking on the door again." Just what I need. "I"ll handle him." "Oh, I don&qu