Once the food was cleared, I stretched back out. This time, I managed to actually fall asleep.
Something roused me a bit at one point, and I could have sworn I felt Harrison’s fingers sifting through my hair.
But when I finally woke up for landing, I figured that was probably part of my many dreams about the guy.
“Feeling better?” Harrison asked, glancing up from his phone to look at me.
“Think my headache is finally gone.”
I still felt dried out, but flying always did that to me. So flying after a big night of drinking was just adding insult to injury.
After a couple of days, I would feel fully reset and then… I didn’t know. Try to move forward and act like I wasn’t married to someone I barely even knew? What other choice did I have? I was going to need to wait for a court date now.
Before I could even get myself out from under my blankets, Harrison had already rounded up my goody bag and my overhead luggage and had it ready for me.
“I can take it,” I said, reaching for them.
“Sure you can,” he agreed, but took a step back and ushered me to step out in front of him.
Normally, I would have been charmed by his manners. But since I was determined to be angry with my new husband, I chose to be annoyed by it.
“No need,” he said when, after I’d gotten my luggage, I pulled up my phone to look for a ride share. “I ordered you a car service to take you wherever you are going.”
“Myowncar?” I asked.
He shot me a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes. I have a separate car.”
Well.
I guess it was okay then.
And it wasn’t like I had to worry that he’d have my home address. I didn’t have one.
“Okay then,” I said, falling into step with him as we wove through the crowds in the airport to make our way outside to our cars.
I guess I should have expected the luxury SUV that was waiting for me (in front of a nearly identical one for him). Still, it was impressive.
The driver was discreet and immediately took charge of the luggage, leaving me to stand there on the sidewalk awkwardly with Harrison.
He reached for the backseat door and held it open for me.
With nothing else to do, I climbed in.
“Hey, Harrison?”
“Yeah?” he asked, body tensing, like he knew what I was about to say.
“Just sign the divorce papers.”
With that, I grabbed and pulled the door shut.
When my driver climbed in and pulled away, Harrison was still standing there on the sidewalk, watching us drive off.
That weird little tug in my chest?
Yeah, I went ahead and ignored that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
