“So?”
“I’m gonna go it alone.”
The woman frowns for a beat before hitting me with a knowing smile. “That was your girl, wasn’t it?” She points to my phone and I laugh.
“Definitely not. But it’s still a no.”
“Your loss.” She tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder and I chuckle again.
“You’re probably right.” I’ll undoubtedly regret it when I’m fucking my hand later tonight, but that damn ghost has me in a fucking chokehold. She doesn’t even know it.
Andlet’s face it,I’ve always preferred brunettes.
After paying the check and taking in the delicious smell one last time, I jump in my rental, setting the GPS for LAX.
I stupidly booked a late flight thinking I’d be spending more time with Blair, but if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to sweet-talk my way onto an earlier one.
Because I amnotgoing to the Paisley hotel. Whatever that is.
I’ll give Blair the space she needs now, but I am not giving up. And if I find out that Nathan steps even an inch out of line, I’ll be banging down his door and putting him in his place.
If I show up right now, Blair’s likely to dick punch me, and I value my cock more than anything else.
Airport it is.
No diversions.
I’mnotdriving to the Paisley hotel. I’mnotdriving to the Paisley hotel. I’mnot— Look at that…a huge fucking sign for the Paisley hotel.
It’s on my goddamn route.
Universe, I told you, I don’t believe in this shit.
Continuing on my way, I pass the front of the hotel, a cocky smile in place. But at the last second, I cut across traffic, skidding into the nearest side street as some douchebag blows his horn.
“Fuck off.” Flipping him off, I pull into a no stopping zone and shove the gear into park. I’m not staying. I’m just having a moment. A day. A blip on the fucking radar.
I’m not fucking staying.
Taking a deep breath, I tap my hands on the steering wheel, huffing out a laugh. What am I doing? I’m leaving, is what. She needs space. It’s time to go.
After another illegal turn, I head back onto the main road and pause, my gaze darting to the hotel one last time. I’m about to slap some sense into myself when the main door opens and all my good intentions fly out the window.
Blair walks outside, her expression pinched as she waves her hands around, Nathan running after her.
I should keep going—I don’t think Jenna expected Nathan to be here—but I can’t will myself to leave. I don’t want to.
And when there’s a parking space directly out front, I know what I have to do.
Darting across traffic once more, I pull into the space and come to a stop before they’re down the front steps, calling out as I exit the car. “Blair.”
They both turn, and while neither are happy to see me, it’s the venom in Blair’s expression that really stings.
“Are you kidding me?” she snaps, shaking her head. “I’m going to kill her.”
“Who?” Nathan asks, confused.
“Jenna.”
