“I am.” She nodded.

He crossed the space with long strides. “Excellent.” He shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’ll get your luggage.”

“It’s the green suitcase. It’s already gone by once, should be coming back around any minute.”

“No problem. Is it that one coming around now?”

“That’s it.” She waited while he scooped up her heavy suitcase like it weighed nothing and checked the tag. “Is this the only one?”

“Yes. That’s it.” She hitched her carry-on on her shoulder.

He pulled the handle up. “You’re my kind of girl. My wife takes this size for an overnighter, and still carries a purse the size of Delaware.” He led her out of the terminal to the parking area. He clicked a button on his keychain, and she saw the trunk lift on a long black limousine that nearly took up two parking spaces.

She started to sweat. “I think there’s been a mistake.”

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

“I’m Kelly McIntyre. I…I guess I should have checked the first name too. I’m sorry.”

He pulled out his iPad and touched a few things before turning the screen to her. “This is you, right?”

The screen had her name, address, and the TV channel contacts, even an outdated picture of her. “Yes.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Then we’re all set.” He held the door for her with a smile, and she crawled inside, unsure of where to sit in the roomy back.

“Wow.”

“Never been in a limo before?”

“Never even seen one this close up.” Even the funeral home only used Town Cars these days. She used to think they were pretty fancy. She ran her fingers across the smooth leather.

Certainly he was going to pick up some other people. The horseshoe-shaped seating pit could fit another ten people back here easy.

“There’s ice and drinks. Help yourself.”

She took a bottle of water and drank it straight from the bottle. No need to dirty a glass.

The drive to the hotel took almost a whole hour. The traffic was heavy, and they seemed to spend more time sitting still than moving.

“Is there an accident?” she finally asked.

“No, ma’am. This is pretty normal traffic for this time of day.”

She didn’t know what people saw appealing about living in a big city. It was noisy, and loud, and the traffic would make her crazy. She’d take her sleepy little town any day.

Finally he pulled in front of a fancy hotel with lots of gold and two glitzy-dressed doormen. The bellman took her bag and put it on a cart.

“Thanks for the safe travel.” She handed the driver a twenty-dollar bill.