No.
“He left for London already?” My voice cracks, right along with my heart.
He left.
“Maddie, you need to promise me this is it. You two need to work it out.”
I wipe the tears from my eyes. “I know, Leo.”
“Okay. He didn’t leave for London?—”
“What do you mean? You said he’s on a plane.”
He stands, walks around his desk, takes me by the shoulders, and leads me out of the office. “Yes, but not to London, silly girl. Go wrap up your day, get your bag, and meet Robert, Harrison’s driver, downstairs in twenty minutes. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Where am I going?”
He turns me around and kisses my forehead. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Thank you.” I lean up, hug him tightly around his neck, and then I’m back at my desk in record time.
I have no clue what he’s planning or where I’m going, but none of that matters.
I’d go to the moon if I had to, if it meant I was going to fix everything with Nate.
After a quick flight out of a tiny Westchester airport in a small private jet Leo arranged, I’m quickly whisked across the tarmac into a helicopter.
I have no idea where we are, based on the small private air hangar, only that we can’t be far from home. The flight was so quick I barely had time to think.
Home.
If I weren’t worried about tracking down Nate, I’d be a lot more excited about that realization.
The helicopter takes off the moment I’m strapped in, and just as quickly, we’re already landing.
This time I know exactly where I am, and the excited butterflies are fluttering quickly in my chest.
The pilot helps me out once it’s safe to exit. “Follow me, please.”
“Thank you for the flight. I’ll take it from here.”
He frowns, looking at the overgrown pathway he was leading us toward. “That doesn’t look too safe. I’m not sure Mr. Morales would approve of me leaving you.”
“He would. I promise. I could walk that path in my sleep. I appreciate your concern.”
I don’t give him a second to reply. I’m already off running through what was once our beautiful meadow to the path I know will lead me to my man.
25
Maddie
The quietnessof Camp Horizon is eerie as I walk through the unkempt pathway toward the beach. I can tell immediately it’s been deserted for some time.
In all the days that I have spent here, I have never heard it so still.
Even at night when everyone was in bed, long after curfew, the unknown sounds of the woods or the cooing of nearby owls filled the air.
Pushing my way through the overgrown pathway, I finally make it through the other side, and just as I suspected, there’s a shadow sitting on the end of the dock, taking in the impending sunset.
