Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Catching a flight out?” Why can’t I ever tell a lie to her?
“Good.” She gives me a hug and kiss. “Make him chase you.”
“I’m not making him chase me, I just need to clear my head, and to do that I need space. Not for him to be a short drive away from me 'cause I’ll end up there.” I’m not going to be that pathetic. Then again, maybe I should fight for this. He’s worth the fight, but he has to want it too.
“Sure, honey.” I glare at her, but she just nudges me out the door where my brother is waiting to take me to the airport. He was surprised when I called him asking for a ride. He said that he was even convinced that Logan and I belonged together.
“No bags?” he asks as he hops out of his truck, coming around to open the door for me.
“Nope.” All my stuff is over at Logan’s. All I have is my purse at the moment. It’s only some clothes and makeup. Beau shuts the door behind me. I look down at the ring on my finger.
“I’ll get your stuff for you,” Beau says as he pulls out.
“No. I’ll handle it.” He doesn’t respond. There is no fighting with my brother. He always does whatever he thinks is right. He can be really set in his ways a lot of the time.
“What airline?” he asks.
“It’s the private terminal.” It’s detached from the main airport here in Rocky Hill.
“He got you a fucking plane to take you back to California?” my brother shouts.
“No, my boss did.”
“Your boss did?” He steals a look my way.
“I sent him my letter of resignation earlier, and he called when I was leaving Logan’s. He offered to send a plane for me and give me more money if I’d reconsider.” I shrug. It was the first time the man wasn't being a total asshole. He was begging me to change my mind about quitting.
“And he got a plane just like that?” He snaps his fingers.
“I don’t really care. The man is an asshole, and I’ll take a ride in a private plane. I hope it cost him a bunch of money,” I grumble. My mood is shit. It didn't help my mood that when I was leaving Logan’s place, I ran right into his mother who told me it was for the best.
I’d never make it in their world. Knowing that she had dozens of girls at the ready that would be happy to fill my spot. I told her to fuck off. It felt damn good. I might have mentioned she’s a shit mom too. I really dislike my boss. He’s a jerk, but I think I hate Logan’s family. I’ve never hated anyone before them. Not even my roommates.
“If you need anything at all—” my brother says as he pulls up outside of the entrance to the small private airport.
“I know that, Beau.” I give him a hug before I head inside to get checked in. The whole time I can only think about if I’m doing the right thing. It’s not over. At least I don’t think it is. Who knows what his mother is filling his head with? I want to fight for us, but at the same time I want to know he’s in this too. That he truly loves me.
I know my parents are happily married, but I also know that you have to work at it sometimes. I can’t be the only one that fights for us. Logan needs to let things settle more in his mind. Okay, really I just want him to miss me and see how horrible life is without us together.
The days I spent with him were some of the best of my life. That’s saying a lot considering good days have been few and far between for me these last few years. He really made me feel as though I’d finally come home when I was with him. But I’m a silly girl who believes in Christmas magic and love at first sight because of my parents. I may have joked about the Hallmark movie thing, but somewhere deep inside of me, I’d wished it were true.
I won’t apologize for believing in love. Nor will I for being soft and naïve. It’s who I am, and my mom always told me that we are how we are because there is someone out there that needs someone like us. I’m so sure that person is Logan for me. It’s why I feel confident he will start to see reason.
I freeze when I step onto the plane and see my boss, Mr. Canon, standing there. How is this even possible? We hadn’t talked that long ago. There is no way he made the flight from LA to here in that short of a time.