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"Taylor."
"Hello."
"Oh. Hey," Justin replied, not even bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.
"Where are you?"
"Out of the country."
"Pardon?"
"I told you Sasha. I had to get away. I need time to think."
"What is there to think about?" The line was silent and Sasha realized that Justin wasn't going to answer him. "Fine. Go. Think. Enjoy yourself. Relax. But...come home to me," he finished in a whisper.
Justin sighed, unsure of what to tell the man. "I...I have to go Sash. I'll call you later, when I'm settled in."
"Alright. Can I at least know where you are? Where you'll be staying?"
"No," Justin smirked, sure that he had just taken the wind out of Sasha's sails.
Now it was Sasha's turn to sigh. "Right. Dah sveedahnyah."
"Bye Sash." Quickly, Justin broke the connection and turned his cell phone completely off to ensure that there were no more unwanted calls. He looked around the terminal, wondering where to go next. "Um...where can I find the island hopper?" he asked the person seated behind the information desk.
The overweight man looked absolutely bored as he sat in front of a small security monitor. He looked up at Justin with an air of indifference and pointed towards a set of stairs. "Uh - thanks." The man nodded and settled back in to watching the monitor.
After searching for ten minutes, Justin finally located and boarded the small island bound plane. For the first time in nearly a year, Justin was able to really breathe and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to make the most of it. He relaxed back into his seat, closed his eyes and smiled.
Cozumel, here I come.
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