“Hi, Tara.” When she didn’t respond right away, her friend asked in an alarmed voice, “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve been asking me that every time I call you lately. Can’t a girl call her best friend just to say hello?”

“Of course, you can. But are you?”

“No. To hell with hello,” Tara said, suddenly impatient. “I need your help, Bree.”

“Anything.”

“I need a ride to the airport. I have a flight out at ten o’clock tonight.”

“Oh, thank God,” Aubrey said with feeling.

“I don’t want you guys telling Seth anything. I have to do this on my own. Plus, I’m afraid he would run away if he knew I was coming.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He would never run away from you.”

“What do you call flying to Paris four days early?”

“Getting there a few days early for his new job?”

“Quit making sense. I feel inferior when you do that,” Tara said wryly.

“You’re in love. You’re not supposed to make any sense when you’re about to fly across the ocean to get your man back,” Aubrey said. “Your flight’s at ten o’clock? That doesn’t give us much time. Getting to the airport alone will take us three hours with traffic. And you need to get there two hours before your flight time for international flights.”

“Right. I’m almost home, and I’ll be packed in ten minutes. What’s the best outfit for groveling?”

“Tight jeans and a billowy top. The jeans will make you look good and the loose top will hide any anxiety sweat stains.”

“Good call,” Tara said, putting her car into park. “Okay. I’m home.”

“Got it. I’m going to put Justine in charge here, ask my mom to watch Morgan for the rest of the evening, and have Landon pick up the baby after work.” She was probably ticking them off her fingers. “I’ll be at your house in half an hour.”

“Sorry about putting you through so much trouble.” She couldn’t forget that her best friend now had a family of her own. Being a working mom was hard even without emergency chauffeur duties.

“Do not apologize. You would do the same for me in a heartbeat.”

Tara couldn’t argue with that. So she didn’t. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She pushed herself out of the car, her trembling somewhat better, and let herself inside. The house was quiet and she didn’t run into anyone on her trot over to the garage. She quickly spotted her carry-on case and rolled it to her room.

Tight jeans and loose shirts. Right. Not allowing herself to think too hard, she packed as many of them as she could in her small suitcase, only leaving room for panties, bras, and toiletry. If she needed anything, she could buy it over there. She had twenty minutes to spare so she took a quick shower and changed into a pair of tight jeans and a billowy tunic.

Her cell phone buzzed at the thirty-minute mark. Aubrey was here. Oh, my gosh. This was really happening. She was doing this. She breathed in and out through her nose, and squared her shoulders. Damn right, I’m doing this. I’m going to win my man back.