Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Saxon sighed. “Mine was a mistake. One that was off and on for years.”
I finished my drink, and Saxon took the glass and set it on a tray that came by.
“Is he treating you right?” Trev asked as he and Gretchen joined us, looking flushed from their dirty dancing.
“He’s set the bar high for all my future derby dates,” I replied, giving Saxon a teasing grin, not wanting to look at Trev and his blonde too long.
“Ah, love match in the making,” Trev drawled. “Want a drink?” he asked Gretchen, then pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Champagne,” she replied, gazing up at him adoringly.
“You two have fun,” he said as he and Gretchen headed for the bar.
“He needs to drink some water,” Saxon said, frowning. “But he’s in a mood. Telling him that will piss him off.”
“He seemed to be in a good mood to me,” I said.
Saxon chuckled. “Trust me, he’s not.”
Deciding that talking about Trev and asking questions would only make me think about him more, I changed the subject to college. I asked Saxon about his major, future plans, past, ex-girlfriend, and hobbies. I learned that the more I found out about him, the more I liked him.
When I covered my yawn, he set down his glass and held out his arm to me. “Ready to be delivered to your suite?”
Smiling, I nodded and left without looking back for Trev once. I was proud of that. Tomorrow, I would go home and back to work. I doubted I’d see Trev much after that—unless Mom and Garrett got serious.
Saxon waited until I unlocked the door and was inside before he left me. I didn’t know if he was going back to the party or not. I hadn’t asked. He had given me all his attention tonight, and I felt bad about monopolizing his time. But I was grateful for his company.
Slipping off my heels, I started walking toward the kitchenette area to get a water when my eyes locked on something sitting on the dining table. I froze. My shoes fell from my hand and hit the floor with a clang. It echoed through the suite. The room blurred as the cold sweat of fear crawled over me. That wasn’t possible. There had to be another explanation.
Slowly, I made myself walk to the table to be sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. I couldn’t swallow. It was as if a hand had wrapped around my throat. There, on the wooden table, was something so small and inexpensive. I didn’t touch it. I stared down at the plastic gold ring and fake, large blue stone. It was a duplicate. The original I had thrown into the lake.
Turning around quickly, I scanned the area. How had this gotten in here? My door was locked. I was in Kentucky. It was far from Miami, Florida, and the man who would have done this.
“Tyde?” I called his name as nausea rolled through me.
Nothing.
Walking slowly through the suite, I began to open closet doors and look under furniture, in the shower, on the balcony. Each time thinking that would be the spot where he was hiding. And if it was, what would I do?
There was no one here with me. Just the ring. I picked it up and walked to the trash can, throwing it away while shaking. There was no explanation that made sense other than Tyde had put it in here. But how had he gotten in here?
The answer to how he had known where to find me was clear. He was stalking me. Even here. Watching me. We hadn’t left him behind. He hadn’t let me go, like Mom had thought he would. Deep down, I’d feared this.
I went to get my phone to text Mom, but stopped when I reached it.
This would ruin her night. The rest of her trip. She didn’t deserve that. No one was in the room with me. But someone had gotten in while I was gone. My gaze lifted to the door, and I ran to it, throwing the bolt that would keep out someone even if they had the key. Standing there, staring at it, I decided to check the suite one more time.
Eight
Trev
I boarded the plane, barely glancing at Sax, who was already in a seat, drinking coffee. He looked refreshed, awake, and not even a little hungover. Asshole. Dropping into the seat facing him, I groaned and laid my head back closing my eyes.
“Fun night?” Levi asked.
I opened one eye and saw him grinning at me as he took a seat closer to the restroom.
I grunted, which only caused him to laugh.
“You were killing it on the dance floor. I think you had every woman at the party wet. Especially the married ones.”
Sax chuckled. The only thing keeping me from putting my fist in his face was my pounding head. He was my best friend, but right now, I fucking hated him.