He had on a plain blue linen shirt with the sleeves rolled back twice at the wrists.

He came forward with a gentle smile that reached his eyes before he said a word.

“You made your flight,” he said.

He held out one of the hot cups, his hands wrapped around the paper sleeve as I took it from him.

“I slept two hours somewhere over Kansas,” I said.

“That’s two hours more than I figured,” Theo said, falling into step beside me as we headed toward baggage claim.

“My truck’s parked right out at the curb.”