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You seem to have forgotten the deal we made.
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Maybe you thought I was letting it slide since nothing’s been done since I saw you at the charity event, but I assure you, I was only winding up.
A picture comes through of Tully and me walking through the airport the night before last.
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Lola, Lola, Lola. I didn’t want to play ugly, but you’re really giving me no choice.
My hands start shaking, and I look aroundthe airport. I don’t expect him to come walking toward me or anything, but I’m freaking out. How did he get this number?
And then someone sits next to me, and I jump out of my skin.
“Relax, it’s me.” Wade has a ball cap pulled low. I see his mustache and slowly exhale.
“I didn’t know you were here.”
“I wasn’t. You had Windhaven’s security when you were in Windy Harbor, and now I’m here to see you home safely.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re here. Daniel’s been calling and just sent a bunch of texts.”
His jaw tightens. “Let’s see it.”
I hand him my phone, and he looks them over before handing it back.
“He’s getting sloppy. This is good.I’ll be driving you home too. I have some things to tell you.”
“I have to wait until the ride home?” I ask incredulously.
“I think that would be for the best, yes.”
There’s a DM from Patrick when I land. I groan, but I open it.
You’ve blocked me now? Really, Lola?
I guess it all makes sense. I saw you’re with Tully FUCKING Whitman now. You were such a waste of my fucking time. You’d seriously be with that motherfucker over me?
I didn’t block him. I got a new phone with a new number. But I don’t bother to correct him. Instead, I unfriend and block him on all my social media accounts.
I’m antsy by the time we get in the car.
“Okay, spill,” I say, waving my hand at Wade to hurry him along.
He chuckles. “Okay.” He pauses, and I look at him to see if he’s purposely trying to torture me or what. He changes lanes and lowers his rearview mirror the tiniest bit before continuing. “I did a sweep of your apartment while you were in Minnesota. Tully asked me to go through the place before you came back.”
“Yeah, he told me you were going to do that.”
“I found something in your kitchen and bedroom. Two recording devices.”
“What?”
“I was hoping to catch Tully at his gate to tell him in person as well, but I’d just missed him,” he says, like he hasn’t just made my mind explode. “We can call him when we get to your place. I think it’s best that you don’t stay there tonight. Do you have somewhere you can go?”
“Uh, yeah. I think so.”
