The sequel to You Might Meet Someone picks up Sarah’s story a few months after her Greek adventure.
Here’s the preface…
“Have a great time!” my best friend, Lindsey, called as she climbed into the driver’s seat of her car.
“I hope he shows up,” said her husband, Chris, grinning at me through the passenger window. Chris always teased me. He was the brother I always knew I never wanted.
“Ha, ha. You’re hilarious.”
Lins leaned across Chris, swatting at him as though he were a naughty fly. “Ignore my horrendous husband.” Chris grinned at me. “He’ll be there. And you’ll have a ball.”
I nodded, clinging to her words of encouragement. I needed them.
“We love you,” she said with a smile. Chris winked at me.
“Love you back,” I said as I waved goodbye. The car pulled away from the curb and I took a moment to catch my breath.
To be honest, I was only mildly terrified that he wouldn’t show up, and that I’d be sitting in a hotel room half-way across the world by myself. Self-doubt can be such a buzz-kill, especially when you’re about to fly somewhere you’ve never been before, to meet up with someone you haven’t seen in months.
What if he didn’t show up? Or, what if he did, but it wasn’t the same between us? Oh my god! What was I doing?