The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“That’s okay. I’ll have some things delivered home tonight, and you can pick what you want to wear.”

I scratch my head in confusion. “I’ll just come to the next one,” I say. “I’ll wait at home in bed for you. The Media Awards aren’t really my jam.”

“Emily,” he says calmly.

“Yes.”

“You are coming with me.”

“Jay,” I whisper as I feel nerves rise in my throat.

“I’ll see you tonight. I’ll be a little late as I have a conference call. Alan is going to meet you out the side entrance at five with the keys to the car and the apartment.”

“Okay.” I puff air into my cheeks. “See you then.”

I hang up and put my head into my hands.

“What?” Molly asks.

“Jameson has gone insane.”

“Why?”

“He told me this morning that I’m moving in with him, and now he wants me to go to some awards dinner with his entire family tomorrow night.”

Aaron’s and Molly’s eyes widen. “What?”

“And he gave me his car to use, but I don’t even know where a grocery store is in New York.”

“Oh, you would go to the one on Fifth.”

“Well, how do I get there?” I frown.

“It’s on my way. I can go with you if you want, and I’ll get on the subway from there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I haven’t got the kids this week anyway. It’s not like I’m doing anything.”

It’s five in the afternoon, and we have just finished work. “Where did he say it would be?” Molly asks as she links her arm through mine as we exit the Miles Media building through the front doors.

“Around here to the side exit.”

“What are you going to cook?” she asks.

“Hmm, rib eye with a mushroom sauce, honey carrots, and broccolini.”

“Hmm, yum. Lucky bastard. Wish someone was coming over to cook that shit for me.”

“True.” We turn the corner and look up and both stop dead on the spot. “What the fuck?” I whisper.

Alan is standing next to what looks like a time machine, and my eyes widen in horror.

Black, low slung, and the sportiest looking car I’ve ever seen. The mag wheels alone probably cost more than an average car.

Alan smiles warmly. “Hello, Emily.”

I look at the car and then at the people walking past as they stare at it. “Hi.”