Then it hit her.
“Crap.” The word was muttered under her breath, but Eastern must have heard it.
“What’s wrong? Is the person back?”
“No, I got a flat tire.” She pulled over to the side of the road. The businesses around her were all closed for the night, but at least the streetlights were on.
Eastern cursed again. “Send me your location. I’ll come to you.”
“It’s fine, Eastern. I know how to change a tire. I—”
“Send me your location, Sadie.”
He wasn’t going to let this go. “I’ll text you.”
“Good. I’ll see you soon. Stay in your car with the doors locked until I get there.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that wasn’t necessary, but he’d already hung up.
She frowned, sending him a pin of her location before looking out the window. For a moment, she considered listening to Eastern and staying in her car, but there was no reason. It wasn’t even seven thirty, and she lived in the small town of Misty Peak, where barely anything bad happened. Plus, she didn’t need a man to change her tire.
Knowing Eastern wouldn’t be happy but too tired to care, she climbed out and moved to the trunk. She’d just popped it open when a car pulled onto the street. She assumed it would drivestraight past her…but it didn’t. Instead, the car pulled over and stopped behind her.
It couldn’t be Eastern. She’d just sent him her location two minutes ago.
She waited for their blinding lights to turn off. It wasn’t until the person climbed from the car that she saw who it was.
Every muscle in her body tightened as Scott walked toward her. She hadn’t seen him since the morning of their wedding—and suddenly, everything she’d felt when she watched him with his admin assistant came screaming back to her.
“Sadie.” He crossed the space between them, looking far too much like a concerned fiancé. “I’m so glad I finally caught you. I’ve been so worried—”
She slapped him.
She’d never slapped another person before in her life. Hell, she’d neverhurtanyone, but it was like her hand had a mind of its own, and she slapped him right across the cheek.
He gasped, red-hot anger slashing across his features. “Sadie—what the hell?”
“You’resaying what the hell tome?”
“Damn straight I am! You leave me standing at the altar looking like a damn fool. You don’t write me so much as a note. You refuse to take my calls.” With every word, he moved closer, his overpowering cologne, which she actually used to like, causing nausea to sweep through her belly.
“Come any closer and I won’t just slap you, I’ll nail you in the balls.”
His brows slashed together. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve never been this—”
“Angry before? Well, I guess no fiancé has ever cheated on me on mywedding daybefore.”
There was no flash of surprise in his eyes. No reddening of his cheeks. He knew what she’d seen. No doubt because his mother had told him.
“Look,” he started, as if he was going into a negotiation at work. “I know what you saw must have been distressing—”
She laughed, and he stopped. “Oh, please go on, Scott. I’m actually really interested in hearing how you plan to talk your way out of being the bad guy in all this.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “It was a mistake. A one-time—”
“Don’t lie to me. That wasnota first kiss. If you’re going to tell me anything, tell me the truth. How long?”
“It’s not like that, Sadie. She was—”
