“Of course, you do.”
She makes it sound so simple. Maybe it is. So, I think about what I want.
“I just want things to be less confusing.”
“Then you need to talk to both of them. Knox and Chad. We know where you stand with Chad, so that should be easier. Knox, on the other hand…well, I think whatever he does next will help you decide where you stand, especially with that woman.”
“Maybe heiswith her, Mia. I hate that I’m mad about that. I hate that I’m mad he sent me here by myself. And I hate that I hate he’s not here.”
“Oh, Isla,” she breathes, her voice laden with concern. “I think the fact that you’re angry is important, regardless of the contract. So, don’t jump to conclusions until you have all the information.”
My pulse skitters at her words. She’s right. “Thanks, Mia. Talking to you helped.”
“I’m glad. Call me later or whenever you can and let me know what’s happening.”
“I will.”
“Love you girl.”
“Love you, too.”
The call ends, and I suck in a long breath, letting the air steady me. The ache inside my chest softens into something bearable.
And then a voice I know too well disrupts the peace.
“Isla?”
My entire body locks.
That voice shouldn’t be here. Not on this bridge. Not in thiscountry.
For a heartbeat, I genuinely believe I imagined it.
But when I turn, he’s there.
Chad.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Knox
Of all thepeople I’ve ever known to dig their own graves, I am by far the worst offender.
I set myself up for this disaster.
Buried myself so deep in the Zurich chaos that it came back to bite me in the ass.
A week ago, I thought I was buying myself time by insisting on handling the final closure of the deal.
It was supposed to be space to get my head straight and focus on something else besides Isla.
Then I married her, slept with her, and realized I couldn’t get enough of her. I was officially done resisting her.
But it was too late.
My plans blew up in my fucking face.
Disaster number one hit before the sun even rose yesterday.
