The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

I smile. “Bumfuck nowhere.”

He chuckles, and it’s a beautiful sound; it does things to my insides. It’s been a long time since I heard him laugh.

“Em . . . I’m not going to speak to you again until I pick you up from the airport on Sunday night. I want you to really think about your future and who you want in it. Either you come back to me with open arms, and we give this a red-hot go, or you end it.”

My heart drops.

“It has to be this way. If I can’t have all of you, I would rather be without you.”

I listen as my mind begins to go into overdrive . . . he’s giving me an ultimatum.

All or nothing.

I honestly don’t know if I can give him my all. I don’t think my all exists anymore.

“I’ll see you then?” he asks hopefully.

“Okay.”

“I love you.” He hangs up, and the line goes dead.

I roll over in the darkness and exhale heavily.

What do I want for my future? Do I give him away . . . ? Or give him everything? Or what’s left of my heart, at least. It’s been smashed to smithereens.

I literally have no idea.

Chapter 27

Jameson

I tap my foot as I crane my neck to look at the traffic backed up in front. Shit.

I press the buzzer to the front of the limo. “Are we going to be late?” I ask Alan.

“No, sir; we’re an hour early. Plenty of time.”

“I don’t want to miss her flight. Go the back way.”

“You won’t. Relax.”

I sit back and try to control my nerves. Emily hasn’t contacted me all weekend, and I’m pretty sure she’s coming home to end it between us. I’ve run and run and run. The only time I have had any semblance of peace is when I’ve pounded the pavement around New York.

I can’t accept the possibility that I won’t be in her life, that she won’t be in mine . . . the thought sickens me. How could I have been so fucking stupid?

I’ve been trying to pull a logical argument together in my head as to what I’m going to say if she ends it . . . so far I’ve come up empty.

The limo pulls up at the airport, and I climb out in a rush. “You’ll be here?” I ask.

“No, I’ll circle. Let me know when you have her, and I’ll come back around. You still have fifty minutes before her plane lands.”

“Yes, yes, I know.” I pat down my pockets as I look around nervously. “Do I have everything?” I’m flustered and vague.

“Yes, sir.”

I drop my shoulders and exhale heavily. “Wish me luck.”

Alan smiles broadly and, with a jovial nod, says, “Good luck, sir.”