Sitting at the hotel bar watching a couple to my left and being watched by the various solitary strangers to my right, I felt a tingling sensation down by my crotch. No, it was not that I was becoming aroused, it was my phone vibrating — a text from Lo.
“I miss you. Come home,” she wrote tersely.
I was out of town on a business trip and my flight was cancelled due to mechanical failure. The…