Chapter Three – The Three Musketeers
Lyn noticed Brad first. It had always been that way – him searching for his best friend whenever entering a room, and Brad, as if guided by an invisible hand, turning to meet his eyes and breaking into a smile.
The last long eight years were gone in a flash when Brad turned on his heel, as he had always done before, his whole face lighting up with a grin as huge as the tropical sun waiting for them outside the rather unwelcoming and austere airport