SANDY DROVE HOME IN the wind and rain and decided it matched her mood. She'd almost picked up the phone a half-dozen times today to call Trey. But he was probably in the air or already on the ground in London, and she had no idea what she wanted to say. It felt foolish to just say I miss you. Though it was true. How was it that she'd done without him for most of her adult life and after one week of being with him, his absence was a physical ache? She'd have blamed that on the hangover, but Adele's miracle cure had done its job. She no longer had the haze of alcohol or pain to blame her actions on, and regret had settled like the cold, in her bones.