g her ID back washing over her like a weak painkiller. It took the s

heels of her rolling bag clicking a steady rhythm

oe!

scent of his cologne-that heavy, musky spray she used to buy for him, which now just smelle

rd on her arm, violent

heveled mess, and dark, heavy circles bruised the skin under his

en to me for one second. What you saw yesterday... it was a massive mis

ave of pure revulsion rolling through her stomach. She lo

r hand of

ly stepped closer, using his body to block her path. "I love you, Chloe

oe said, her voice dead flat. "Screwing my maid of honor i

to a mask of earnest remorse. "I know you're furious. I know I messed

aiting near check-in. I saw you arguing with security, crying about your lost ID. I figured you were in tr

ly grateful. He expected her to melt, to see him as the indispensable knight in shini

ugging at the corner of his mouth. "I fixed it.

etic temporary badge pok

her real ID-the warm plastic card the mysterious stranger had returned. She held it

," she said, her voice dropping to a

the official ID dangling from her fingers, his jaw going slack. "H

lifting. She stepped around him, her shoulder deliberately brushi

ck. She could feel his eyes burning a hole into her back, but she didn't care. The sati

into a hard plastic chair. The adrenaline that had been keeping her

Aisling's number. It rang and rang

probably flying, s

he was completely alone. The only person who had actually helped her in the la

ckled to life above her head. "Flight 104 to Paris

stood up, smoothed the wrinkles from her navy uniform, and pas

Brennen stood frozen in the ex

lushed a dark, ugly red, his pride stinging like an open wound. He looked do

ly crushing the paper and

his handsome features. She had looked at him like he was nothing. Worse, she h

ve you

ith a sickening jolt of terror that he had completely lost control