Because she hadn't looked at him when he got into the cab, she didn't notice right away that the forms were still on his lap. Several minutes passed before she did look, first at his face, then down. Her eyes got wide again, then she blinked several times, then turned to look out the window again.

She wasn't quite sure how to describe the feeling in her stomach, but it might have been hope. Or fear. She wasn't sure which.

When the cab arrived at the airport, she waited while Clay paid, then stepped out of the car. Pulling her suitcase from the trunk without waiting for the cabbie, she then lifted her dress, too. Security was going to be interesting.