Something In Between: Sequel to On The Edge of Tomorrow

Chapter 37

"There's my favorite graduate," Tim bellowed up at Sam and me from the bottom of the airport escalator. When I reached him, he held a hand and spun me. "It suits you, Lil. You look good," he praised.

"Thanks, Timmy," I giggled as my spin ended in a hug.

"Hey, man." Tim nodded to Sam as he stuck out his hand for a shake. "How was the flight?" He added as Sam shook his outstretched hand.

"It was good. Thanks for the first-class tickets," Sam said.

"All Billy; only the best for his girl." Tim nudged me as he spoke, but I could see the phrase 'his girl' strike Sam like a slap. "He wanted to come and all, but you know... the crowds." Tim let his hands float around the people hustling to their terminal or to gather their bags.

"Of course," I smiled. "How are you? How's the wedding planning?"

"So much, Lil. All the things and then four more. That's a wedding," Tim absently spoke as he navigated the airport.

Tim's Audi was waiting right outside the doors for us.

"Thanks, brother," Tim shook hands with a man leaning against his car, who nodded and darted back into the airport. He then turned to me as he opened the door and added, "your chariot."

"Thank you, kind sir," I teased as I slipped into the car.

Once Tim and Sam settled in their seats, Tim began to navigate from the airport.

"Thanks for coming, Tim. I just assumed you'd send a car," Sam said from the back.

Tim looked around himself for a second. "You realized this isn't actually a chariot, right dude?" Tim asked, eliciting a slap to his shoulder from me.

"Yeah, I mean, like a service or whatever. You know, a town car or something," Sam awkwardly continued.

"Why would we send a service? It's like a twenty-minute drive?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, but you know. You are you and all," Sam noted.

"What does that even mean?" Tim shot.

"Music," I sputtered, trying to save the conversation. "There's no music!"

"Good catch, Lilypop. I got a song cued up just for you." Tim smiled as he hit the Bluetooth button, and 9 to 5 pumped into the car.

"Really?"

"Aw, come on, Lil. It's perfect for my working girl," Timmy nudged.

"This is going to be my entire week, isn't it?" I groaned.

"You bet, Lilipop," Tim smugly said.

I expected to go to Mary's house. I was looking forward to sliding onto a stool at her kitchen island and catching up with everyone as she danced around, cooking something delicious. Instead, we turned down a road before her place.

"Where are we going?" I asked, but we pulled up to a gate before Tim could answer, and I knew where we were.

"Billy's," Tim absently answered as he punched in his code. "Billy's got a code for you. I'll have security text it to you when we get to the house.

"Security, like Roger?" I asked.

"No," Tim chuckled as he pulled past the now-open gates. "He has a different team for the house now."

"Right, of course. Wouldn't want to mix business and pleasure?" I mumbled.

"What?" Tim laughed.

"You know what I mean. Home and professional," I explained.