Preston's POV

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Lachlan's flight will land any moment now. I watch impatiently from the airport window as the silver plane skids to a stop. People begin to descend from the plane and I catch a glimpse at the most magnificent golden hair. Lachlan. I turn away and run to where they enter the airport. I have a small piece of paper in my hand. Finding the right place to stand, I take it out and smile, waiting for my love.

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