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Becky’s heartbeat jumped as the plane touched down in New York City. Sam had promised to pick her up. She could hardly stand waiting until it was her turn to deplane. As she hurried to the baggage claim area, a voice called out.
“Becky! Beck!” A hand waving in the air drew her attention.
There was Sam, handsome as ever, his smile warm. She quickened her pace. He scooped her into a tight hug, followed by a hungry kiss.
“Welcome back,” he said, his breath warm on her hair.
She cuddled into his embrace, resting her cheek against his jacket as he stroked her back. Suddenly, New York City felt like home.