Two years, and then another two.
Thomas Sinclair would be lying if he said he wasn't upset.
When he walked out of the airport by himself, none of his three younger siblings said a word.
They snuck a glance at the bag sitting in the front passenger seat.
It was a perfectly ordinary woman's shoulder bag, bulging as if it were stuffed full.
The three of them were dying to know what was inside, but their brother guarded it jealously.
They'd never once managed to get a look inside.
The beautiful girl they had caught a glimpse of vanished as quickly as she had appeared.
"Thomas, our sister-in-law has her cousin staying at the house."
"Hmm..." Thomas Sinclair replied without looking up from his laptop.
"Thomas, you're not still waiting for that girl, are you?"
Thomas Sinclair's hands paused over the keyboard. "If you have time to worry about me, why don't you come help at the company?"
