“That’s the job.”
“God, I hope he pays you insanely well for this.”
“It’s worth the time put in,” he said.
“So, what would you do if I just… took off on foot?”
“I guess I would need to follow you in case you need me.”
“What? Would he be pissed at you if you didn’t follow me?” Was he giving Harrison a blow-by-blow of everything I did?
“No. But this is my job.”
“Does he contact you?”
“He gives me his calendar in case you ask.”
“Do you know I’m trying to divorce him?”
“That’s not really my business.”
“He won’t sign the papers.”
John sat with that a second before nodding. “I think he is hoping you will come around.”
“I won’t.”
“That’s your business,” he said, shrugging.
“You’ll be out of a job when the divorce is final.”
“I’ll be reallocated.” His smile was a little playful then. “So there’s no reason to make your life more difficult. Just accept the ride.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, making my way to the car.
“Where are we heading?” he asked.
“The airport.”
“The airport?” he asked, brows raised.
“Yes.”
He recovered from the surprise quickly. “JFK?” he asked after closing my door and slipping into the driver’s seat.
“Newark. With a quick stop at whatever box store we pass.”
I had to pick up some clothes for the trip. Normally, I would have gone back to my hometown to trade out clothes, get my duffle bag. But I didn’t really want to run into my family if the news of my ‘marriage’ had started to spread.
I’d been holed up at a hotel in the city, living out of my purse and ordering takeout and delivery of basic essentials.
I’d originally gotten a room because I was just too tired from overthinking about the whole hooking-up thing and didn’t want to go back to my cousin’s house and have to talk about it yet.
Then I’d just stayed while trying to figure out what my next move might be.
I talked to my lawyer.
I did research online.
