The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“I don’t need it,” I reply.

“I’ll be back anyway.”

I roll my eyes, and she leaves us alone. “Sorry,” I whisper.

“Fucking hell, Jay, we’ve been out of our head with worry. Searching for you all night.”

I puff air into my cheeks.

“The police came to Emily’s, and then she called me, and then we found your phone in Bryant Park.”

“Emily?” I frown. “Why did you involve her?”

“She’s frantic, Jameson. She wanted to help find you.”

I roll my eyes. “I seriously doubt that.”

“You know, I don’t think she is on with that fuckwit Jake. This was a misunderstanding.”

“Shut up,” I dismiss him.

“No. You shut up. Why won’t you even talk to her?”

“Because she lied to me. Straight to my face about seeing another man.”

He watches me.

“And I don’t need that fucking shit in my life. I have enough going on, if you didn’t notice.”

“She wants to see you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to see her,” I snap.

“Then you need to end it with her; she’s frantic.”

I screw up my face in annoyance. “Just fucking go home. I’ll get Alan to pick me up tomorrow.”

“Why won’t you even talk about this?”

“Because this is none of you

r business. Emily and I are over. It was over the moment she started lying to me.”

The nurse reappears. “I’m tired,” I announce.

She smiles. “Yes, okay.” She turns her attention to Tristan. “We will call you in the morning when he’s ready for release.”

“Yeah, okay,” Tristan replies. His eyes hold mine, and I know that he knows I’m not tired at all.

The nurse goes into the bathroom.

“And what am I supposed to tell Emily? She’s waiting for my call,” he whispers angrily.

“I don’t give a fuck what you tell her—she’s not my problem.”

He drags his hand down his face. “You’re a selfish son of a bitch sometimes.”

“And your point is?”