Well.
That had gotten out of hand.
But we were both adults.
It didn’t need to be a whole thing.
Even if there was a hollow feeling in my chest.
I could still turn this day around.
I straightened my hair before making my way back into the apartment.
Harrison was just hitting the button on the dishwasher when I came back into the kitchen, silently leaving my rings on the counter and ignoring the sudden nakedness I felt without them.
“Harrison.”
He sucked in a deep breath before he turned.
“Sign the papers.”
I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else to that.
I turned and made my way out of the apartment.
And hoped for the best.
But knowing better.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Seriously?” I grumbled when I walked out of my hotel to see the driver, John, leaning against his SUV. “You’re here?”
John’s lips twitched.
“It’s my job,” he reminded me.
“I’ve been holed up in the hotel for three days.”
“You have,” he agreed, nodding.
“You’ve been sitting out here for three days?”
“Not the whole time, no.”
Oh, good.
“I had a room to catch some sleep.”
“You had a room? In this hotel?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you go home?”
“In case you needed me.”
“You… you haven’t been back to your life inthreedays? That’s insane.”
