*Bella's POV*
As soon as I step off the plane, the warm, humid air of the city envelops me, making me feel a mix of relief and anxiety being back. Also making me miss the Bahamas more. I would have stayed back there if not for the thought of Jameson occupying my mind at every moment.
Even though my thoughts are still tangled with the fight we had over the phone a few days ago, I haven't forgotten how he made me feel. And I haven't quite decided how I'm going to handle everything. The only thing I know for sure is that I need to see Jameson. I need to make things right with us.
I push through the crowd, dragging my suitcase behind me. The airport is bustling with people, but I keep my head down, trying to move quickly. Just as I'm about to exit the terminal, I hear a familiar voice.
"Bella, or should I call you Mrs. Davenport?"
