He smiled noncommittally.
He already knew there would be no second chance for them.
The short drive to Wendell’s house seemed to take Remy forever.
How had she allowed herself to become so enamored of Jeremiah that the appearance of his girlfriend had the ability to cause her true pain?
Heartache formed a ball of fire in her chest.
If someone was going to be his girlfriend, she wanted that person to be her—
No!
Yes. She wanted him to be her Jeremiah. Because she loved him.
Remy!
She didn’t love him. She’d never been in love in her life.
Except now, she was.
She loved him. She absolutely did.
She brought Jeremiah’s old car to a jerky stop in Wendell’s driveway. She killed the ignition and sat, her mind shell-shocked and her body agitated.
She, who prided herself on her uniqueness, had gone and done the most predictable thing ever. She was a quirky, average-looking sculptor who'd fallen prey to the Camden eyes and the Camden swagger and the Camden smile. Like millions of other women, she loved Jeremiah Camden. Jeremiah Camden! Son of Felix Camden.
This was a catastrophe. SOS. She’d played with fire for too long and this was the result.
Gigi’s arrival was a wakeup call. She should be grateful.
She wasn’t grateful. At all.
She needed to leave the mainland and go home.
She dialed the plane service to Islehaven.
No flights scheduled today or tomorrow.
She dialed the boat service. A tourist boat was scheduled to leave tomorrow morning at nine. They were taking passengers to Isle au Haut but for a fee that made her wince, they’d add a stop at Islehaven to the itinerary.
She read off her credit card details and booked a seat. Then entered the house, bypassing Wendell, who was watching TV. Once she reached her bedroom, she started folding clothes and jamming them into her suitcase.
A few minutes later, her phone rang. She eventually found it in her purse.
Jeremiah.
Ordering herself to sound calm, she answered. “Hello?”
“Gigi’s gone,” he said without preamble. “I’m really sorry about how that went down.”
“Quite all right! Not your fault or hers.”
“Yeah, but I know it bothered you and I regret that. I hate that my past keeps coming back to bite you.”
“What did she have to say?”
Remy listened without comment as he filled her in on his conversation with Gigi. He finished with, “She showed me pictures of the two of us, so I don’t think she’s lying about the fact that we were together. On the other hand, we couldn’t have been very serious. We were only together three months.”
