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And even if I only got to have her in my life for this short time, and she decided to move on, I would say it was all worth it. But I was going to fight for more. I was going to prove that I was worthy of more.
I’d done it once.
I could do it again.
Chapter Thirty
VALEN
Three Months Later…
“Seriously, what is actually happening?”
“We have somewhere to be,” Reed answered casually as if we hadn’t just driven through airport security like we were traveling with the president.
“And where might that somewhere be?” I questioned as we drove out onto the damn tarmac, the bright lights of the airport runway flickering past the window as we cruised along. “Reed?”
I glanced over at him, but he simply shrugged. “You’ll see,” he teased, but then added, “Well, actually, you won’t see. Not until we get there.”
“What do you…” He pulled a silky black blindfold from within the backpack that sat at his feet, twirling it around his finger a couple of times before finally holding it out to me. I shook my head. “Um… how about no?”
He rolled his eyes, placing his hand over mine while I gripped tight to the seat, holding on for dear life as Karl maneuvered around large planes and these speedy little carts carrying luggage, thinking he was in the damn Formula 1 or something.
The smile I could see on his face in the rearview mirror was one that screamed he’d done this many times before.
I wouldn’t have been surprised.
Reed definitely would be the type to encourage this kind of behavior.
We sped farther and farther from the large, busy part of the airport and closer to the end, which had several large hangars, pulling up finally outside one where there was a small plane.
What I was sure the wealthy calleda private jet.
“You’re joking,” I whispered, practically mashing my face against the window as I took in the bright lights and the production Reed had orchestrated waiting for us outside. Karl leaped out, pulling my door open and offering me his hand.
I suddenly felt severely underdressed in the pair of black dress pants and white T-shirt I’d worn to work today because as I climbed out of the car, I was met by three impeccably dressed flight attendants and two pilots with not a hair out of place, hats tilted at the perfect angle and their shirts all perfectly tucked and folded in the right places.
One of the pilots stepped forward as Reed rounded the car, offering his hand.
“Evening, Mr. Lawson,” he greeted with a strong shake, turning to me to offer the same. “Mrs. Lawson.”
I shook his hand quickly, offering a smile. “Evening.”
“We have a clear shot to our destination tonight—”
“Which is?” I probed, eyebrows raised.
“Not far,” the pilot responded strategically with a nod and stepped back into line. “Our flight attendants will help you get settled, and we will have wheels up in less than fifteen minutes.”
“Thank you,” Reed said as he placed his hand on my hip, dipping his mouth to my ear. “Nice try.”
“I don’t like surprises,” I whispered as the lovely ladies directed us to the staircase next to the plane.
We’d been over this already.
I liked to know what was happening so I could ready myself—an occupational hazard that comes from being thrown out on your ass with no money, no explanation, and nowhere to live. And while I appreciated Reed wanting to do something special for me, he knew this, and I could already feel my heart beginning to race as we stepped inside the plane.
The inside was beautiful.
