Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“We’ll take a few days and reconnect, Céline.” He comes toward me with a smirk on his face. But it’s not the sexy ones Loch gives me. It’s insincere. Distrusting of me. “Shoot me your itinerary.” He leaves, but from the hall, he chimes, “Good night.”
As soon as he’s gone, I lock the door behind me and then hold the phone up so I can see Allison again. I whisper, “He’s not coming with us, so be ready to leave from here at five.”
She silently jumps up and down. “It’s so espionage-like.”
I laugh, not able to keep it down because I feel the same excitement. “We need sleep, though, so I’m turning in. Good night.”
“Good night.”
I get ready for bed, but it feels impossible to fall asleep with so much on my mind with the anticipation that tomorrow brings. I close my eyes, though, and let my mind drift away to the city where my heart still lives.
Allison was sweet enough to show up early and help me carry my bags to the car this morning. Tiptoeing downstairs, she whispers, “I need coffee.”
“We need to get out of here. We’ll get it on the plane.”
“I made coffee.” Carter’s voice causes me to scream and almost fall down the stairs. “Holy—”
Allison slips on a step but catches herself by grabbing the railing. “What the hell are you doing?” she gripes. “Trying to give us heart attacks?”
With him standing at the door, I drop my gaze to the suitcase on the floor beside him. Oh no. It’s too early to concoct a plan, but I still try my hardest. “It’s so nice of you to see us off.”
“I’m coming,” he says, leaving no room to argue. “You can have your girls’ trip, but when it’s over, I’ll be spending time with my fiancée.”
“We still need to discuss that—”
“Coffee is in the kitchen, but we should get a move on.” He walks out the door, leaving it wide open for the cold to come in. I’m seeing a trend of dramatic exits when it comes to him.
I look back at Allison, who’s irritated with pursed lips and anger darkening her usually wide eyes. “I’m not drinking it. I don’t trust him,” she says.
“What about the trip? What do we do?”
“Do we have a choice?”
I reach the bottom step and look out the door. He’s already climbing in the back of a rideshare he must have called. “Doesn’t look like it.”
We stand there debating what to do for too long. If we don’t leave, we’re going to miss our flight.
Huffing, I say, “Whatever. We’ll just let him work, and we can do our own thing.”
She heads outside, and I follow, closing the door behind us. In the SUV, Carter is tucked in the second row, leaving Allison to climb over him to get to the third row. He might have won this battle, but he won’t win the war. I won’t let him, and I’m taking this trip to set the record straight with him once and for all.
We aren’t engaged.
We aren’t even friends.
We won’t be.
Ever.
I will do everything I can to get him removed from the company if he decides to fight me on this. There’s no way I’ll live trying to guess what he’s capable of when I can choose to live in peace and love with Loch.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket before I climb into the vehicle. When I pull it out, I see Loch has sent an address of where to go once we arrive at the airport. I knew I had nothing to worry about. He always takes care of me.
Less than an hour later, the SUV turns into a private entrance to the airport, and Carter says, “This is the private jets.” Since I chose to sit next to Allison, he turns around. “Spending this kind of money is ridiculous. The company better not be paying for it.”
Searching outside the window for confirmation because I missed the sign he referenced. But I quickly see what he means when I spot a few smaller private jets parked ahead are private jets, which is confirmation enough to realize that Loch got us our own plane. He spoils me rotten and will get a big thank-you next time I see him.
Apparently, that will be sooner rather than later.
My heart skips a beat when I see him standing on the tarmac and looking as handsome as ever. As soon as the vehicle stops, I open the door and run to him. His grin tells me everything I need to know. He loves me as much as I love him.
I’m about to throw myself into his arms when I hear Carter say, “You must be the porter. Our luggage is in the back.”
Oh shit. Loch’s eyes harden as he looks over my shoulder. When his gaze returns to me, he says, “Let me guess, your boyfriend?”