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She turned her back and slipped her legs out. “Don’t come after me. Don’t come near me. Don’t contact me ever again.” Her heels cracked on the concrete like thawing ice on a spring day.
“How much did you know, Liam?” Meg asked as she opened her door.
He opened his door and met her outside. “I figured out what Trent had done when we were in Mexico, but I swear I didn’t know what he’d done before that.”
“But you kept the truth from her, even though you knew that her father died from cancer and that Trent used her? And even after she told you how Trent treated her? Who the hell do you think you are to treat her like that?”
Some questions answered themselves with the horrible truth. He was now nobody, and he deserved every biting word from Meg.
Meg’s jaw tightened. She exited the car and slammed the door. “Callie! Callie, wait!”
Sam jumped out and ran after them. But Liam stood paralyzed, leaning back against the hood. There would be no dancing tonight. There would be no figuring out how to follow her to Denver.
No future with Callie Laurel.
He watched her become a tiny dot in the landscape. A period to a sentence that he’d written for himself.
Sam made his way back alone and slipped into the passenger seat. “You okay?”
Liam put the car in drive. They had a wedding to get to, and by the way his phone was vibrating over and over, Brittney had gone full-on volcanic.
“Don’t think I’ll be okay, ever again, Sam.”
19
Callie
“Callie, what’s this appointment on the online calendar? It says Morris, 7 PM. Is that a pilot interview?” Meg’s gaze met hers.
Crap. Wrong calendar.
Callie leaned back in her chair. “That’s the date I have tonight.”
“A date?”
“Yeah, that thing where two or maybe more people go out and have a good time and see if they’re compatible or something like that.”
Meg said nothing. Meg had been the quietest she’d ever been over the last two weeks. Hera Aviation was busier than ever. Callie had thrown herself even deeper into growing the business. They were now fully booked for three months, and it looked like the trend would continue. She considered adding another plane to the fleet and hiring additional pilots, but the margins just weren’t quite where she wanted them.
After she’d walked away from Liam, she hadn’t cried a tear. She hadn’t badmouthed him. She hadn’t found herself in a bottle of tequila. She hadn’t … thought of anything but him. Especially when she opened her computer and there was an advertisement for a tic-tac-toe game. How the computers knew such personal information was beyond her. She’d gone off the radar, closing down social media and only looking at her business email account. It was for the best.
The night of the wedding, they’d bucked up, planned their flight home, and gotten the hell out of Omaha. For good. And then focused on the business. Within days, she knew if she’d given the company up for him, she’d have been miserable.
It wasn’t meant to be. Life had moved on, even if she had to admit she really hadn’t.
“What do you know about this Mr. Morris?”
“Morris is his first name, and he’s a friend of Paul’s.”
“Morris? Isn’t that a seventy-year-old man with dentures who has a blind dog and eats Hungry Man frozen dinners for every meal?”
Callie rolled her eyes. Morris had seemed a little mature on the phone, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he knew the value of being honest. Maybe he would be a good companion. Maybe he would…
Never stand up to Liam in my mind.
Meg stood and headed out into the hangar. “Paul!” was all Callie heard before the door slammed and Callie jumped. Her nerves sizzled at the surface as it was.
Paul wouldn’t give Meg much information, and whatever he told her would probably be some fabrication of a caricature of the actual man just to drive Meg nuts.
