Ellie’s face is pale. Really fucking pale. I’m stuck between the table and fucking Jeff Rowlands, and I try to stop Ellie so I can help. Reaching out, Ellie slaps my hand away and rushes from her chair. She races across the room, storming through the crowd, still clutching her mouth.
A stabbing pain hits me right in the chest. Why did she do that? She needs me. I want to help her.
Fucking Jeff, get out of the way!
“Listen, Jeff…”
I want this conversation to cease immediately. I’m not sure if Ellie’s crying or what’s going on, but Noah’s glaring across at me. All I want to do is chase after his sister and the way he’s glaring at me; he expects that as well.
Heck, I expect it of myself.
“If you want to talk to me, you need to arrange something with my agent, Jeff.” I jump from my chair and look out across the room. “Right now, I need to find my girl.”
I shove past Jeff and steam across the room, dodging bodies and the dozens of people vying for my attention. The footballers shout taunts from the dancefloor… Something about they do it better down south, and there’s an uninviting offer to join them in a town that I’ve never heard of.
I don’t care. There’s only one thing on my mind. I can’t let Ellie go. I need her in my life. Forever.
I’m not going anywhere. If Ellie is Vancouver, then so am I.
But first, I need to find her.