Avery hated having her sleep schedule messed up. She hated sleeping on planes. She hated how airports jacked up the prices on food. Most of all, she hated the fact that she had to do this in the first place instead of being a normal woman in her twenties.
These people needed her though so she endured it. When she arrived at the Fresno airport, she was dead on her feet and stumbled out into the pickup area where someone was holding up a sign with her name on it.
"Are you Regina Carlsbad?" she asked wearily.
The older woman in question smiled. "Yes, I am. Why don't we go get your luggage and take it out to the car? You'll be staying in my spare room tonight."
Avery was grateful for that because she couldn't afford a hotel room on a cake decorator's salary. She was lucky Angelo was willing to buy her plane tickets because he made more than her.
