He had shown up, all right. There was no way he would have missed this.
Scanning the mob of travelers, Oberon looked for the mane of golden hair he'd seen in her photos in the magazines Sophia was so crazy about. He finally spotted her near the luggage carousel and wove his way through the crowd to meet her. "Hey there," he smiled, touching her arm. "You're even lovelier in person, Callista." And taller. He liked this. "Or do you prefer Aphrodite?" He reached for her luggage. "Here, let me get those for you."