Chapter 8
Sam walked up to the airline counter. "I have a ticket waiting for me," she said to the ticket agent.
"What's the name?"
"Sarah Martin," she replied. She presented her new ID.
"Here it is. Departing at 2:45 nonstop to Savannah, Georgia?"
"Yes, that's it. Thank you," she said with a smile as she headed to her gate.
After a long flight, Sarah Martin landed in her new home. She stepped off the plane into the balmy southern air. She collected her bags from the baggage claim area and turned to head out of the terminal.
"Sarah," she heard a familiar voice call. She turned to see her "husband" standing near the door. It was odd to see him in khaki pants and a polo shirt instead of his usual uniform, but it was a good change.
"Oh, James! I missed you!" she said as she leapt into his arms. He kissed her passionately – maybe a little too much so for a public place, but neither cared.
"Ready to go home?" he asked, his blue eyes shining.
"Yes!" Sarah replied giddily.
As they drove through the squares in historic Savannah, Sarah held James's hand. "This place really is amazing. It's like stepping back in time," she marveled.
"Are you ready to step into our new life?" James asked as he pulled into the driveway of a large historic home.
"Is this our house?" she asked, amazed.
"It's all ours. After all, we are history buffs!" James joked.
"As long as I'm with you, I'd live in a shack," Sarah replied with a smile.