Page 76 of Miss Belief

“Yet you were willing to ruin that too.” All my adrenaline was busy draining my body and leaving a heavy sadness in its place. “Anyhow, I’d give you a big fuck-you speech, but I’m fresh out of fucks to give.”

I turned to go but felt his gentle tug on my elbow.

“Wait. Where is Reid now?”

I shrugged one shoulder. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

Maybe if I repeated the words, I’d start to believe them. The moisture gathering in my eyes told me differently.

He muttered a curse. “Where are you heading?”

“LA.”

“My private plane can take you.”

“I’d rather walk barefoot across glass and fire to get to LA than share a plane with you.”

His brow rose at my absurd comeback. What could I say? It wasn’t my best work.

“You and your feet can rest assured; I wouldn’t be with you. I’ll call the pilot now and tell him to expect you.”

It was tempting to tell him hell no, but that meant a middle seat on the flight to Chicago, a layover, and then another middle seat, no doubt, on the way to LA. By using Chance’s plane, I could at least get there quicker. He might be doing it in order to guarantee my departure, but at this point I didn’t care.

“Fine.”