I had a driver with an Escalade take me to the airport to pick up Kat. I didn't want to drive myself. I wanted time with her. I wanted to feel her close to me. An accident on the freeway to IAH had slowed us down, and I didn't get to greet Kat at baggage claim. Instead, we pulled up shortly after she walked out of the sliding doors at arrivals. Her new Dior sunglasses were perched on top of her head. Her face looked anxious in a good way as she glanced left and right for the car. She wore bright red lipstick and a short, flowing summer dress...