Frequencies

XLIII

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Jordan's POV
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April 1st

The jet hasn't even landed for 5 seconds yet and I'm being summoned in New York. I'd rather spend more time with her but this seems urgent.

Bryson has already gone and I don't want him having to fly all the way there to be futile.

I open Gabby's door once we get to the car. She climbs in and I help the Jet Service employee to pack the car. She watches me from the rear view mirror, probably wanting to come back here and help.

I have no clue what for. Especially because she still isn't feeling well.

I have half the mind of telling these investors that I can't make it. But that will only add to my stress. Which I don't need.

I'm not leaving this alone though. It's first on my checklist when I get back. Hopefully she feels better by then.

I leave a generous tip with the man and get into the drivers seat. Her eyes flutter open and she looks at me smiling.

"Go to sleep if you want. I'll wake you," I tell her. I start driving and she's out in less that 5 minutes. When we get home, I carry her inside and lay her in the couch while I get only her things out. I have a flight to catch.

I close the front door behind me and she's staring up at me, half asleep.

"Are you leaving now?" she asks. The disappointment in her voice is contagious.

"It's only two days. I wish they could make it one but the CEO of the company wants us to debrief before he gets there," I explain to her.

She sulks even more.

"Mmmm well I hate him," she pouts. I chuckle before kissing her temple.

"You need anything before I go?" I ask. She nods her head.

"Yes. You." She says. The line between love and hate couldn't be thinner. I love what I do but only when it comes to the basics. My art. This business shit isn't for me.

Especially when it's taking me away from her.

"You won't even realize I'm gone. You'll be too busy looking for a good boyfriend. Just like you said," I joke and she rolls her eyes. "I'll miss the plane. I gotta go," I say.

I lean down and give her a loving kiss. She moans softly before I pull back and bring her into me. I love the way her scent lingers on me after I hold her.

"I love you," she tells me.

"I love you more," I reply.

I head out and hop into my car. It's dark out but I feel extremely energized. I make my flight just in time and relax as I experience this 5 and a half hour flight. I'm lucky I don't dislike planes.

It's now 5am eastern time and I'm waiting for my car to arrive. Drivers are no better than Ubers but this will have to suffice.

I haven't checked my phone since I've landed but that's because the only person who should be calling me is asleep right now. She should be. It's pathetic how much I don't feel like myself when I'm away from her.