Getting out of the vehicle, I grabbed my backpack and gave him a wave as I hurried across the small lot to the back entrance. I fumbled with my key, but as soon as I opened the door, the headlights dimmed, and I watched as Ramsay reversed out. He paused suddenly, but I couldn’t see him beyond the glare of his lights.
Realization dawned.
He wasn’t leaving until I was safely inside.
Huh.
I darted into the building and locked the door behind me.
A mystery.
The man was a mystery wrapped up in well over six feet of delicious manliness.
Yes, he had been a dick.
But he was also kind of not.
That night, Ramsay McRae consumed my thoughts as I lay in bed trying to sleep. I hadn’t mooned over a guy like this since I was seventeen years old.
Oh my god.
I clapped a hand to my forehead in embarrassment.
I had acrush.
A girly, stupid crush.
“Kill me now,” I groaned, rolling over onto my side and pulling the covers tightly around me.
5.Tierney
Aweek later, my first coffee of the morning in hand, I opened my phone to a new text from Perri.
My heart leapt and I clicked on it.
I’ve finally tracked Adila. Flying to Sydney today. Will let you know if I make contact.
I quickly typed a response.
Okay. Please be careful.
I stood and walked over to the living room window of the apartment. It had a view over the harbor but nothing like the elevated vista my guests would have from the B and B. My stomach churned as it always did when I let my mind wander to the crusade I’d decided to fight.
My phone binged, drawing me out of my melancholy.
Cameron:
Are we still meeting at 10 a.m.?
I quickly typed one-handed.
Absolutely. See you then.
Beneath that text thread was an unopened message from Hugh.
I ignored it as I had been ignoring it for the past few days.
At the sight of a new text from London, however, I tapped on it:
