The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

He runs in front of me and walks backward facing me. “I mean, I’m not leaving you again . . . ever.”

“Then it’s going to be a one-sided relationship because I want nothing to do with you. Ever again.”

His face falls. “Don’t say that.”

A man runs into him as he walks backward. “Watch out,” the man snaps as he brushes past.

“I just want ten minutes of your time,” he stammers.

“No.” We arrive at my bus stop, and I stand in line. He stands next to me.

“Alan can come and get us, you know?” He looks at the long line of people. “We don’t have to catch the bus.”

I glare at him, unimpressed. Spoiled brat.

He smiles. “You’re still gorgeous when you’re angry . . . you know that?” he says loudly, and other people in the bus line begin to look over.

Red steam shoots from my ears at him making a scene. “Jameson, go the fuck home,” I whisper angrily.

“No.” He folds his arms in front of him like a petulant teenager. “I’m not leaving without you.”

People around us are all watching. I take out my Kindle and open it . . . anything to block him out.

“What are you reading?”

I remain silent as I pretend to read.

Damn him . . . he thinks he can turn up here and demand to see me . . . he can kiss my ass.

“I’m reading a good book at the moment,” he continues.

I keep reading.

“It’s called . . .” He pauses as he thinks for a moment. “It’s called ‘how to get your girl back after a midlife crisis.’”

The girls behind me snicker.

I twist my lips to try and hide my amusement. Don’t get fucking cute now, asshole.

“Chapter one is called ‘bus duty,’” he continues.

I bite the inside of my cheek.

“Yes, it says to follow her to the bus stop and keep talking aimlessly until she gets sick of the sound of your voice and has to talk to you . . . even if that first word is shut up . . . that’s something, right?”

I flick the page of my Kindle over as I stop myself from playing into his hands and saying the words shut up. The girls behind me snicker again. I glare at my Kindle. I won’t be surprised if the screen breaks under the pressure.

“What does chapter two say?” the girl behind me asks as the bus arrives and pulls to a stop. I jump on.

“Get on the bus,” I hear him say from behind me.

I walk on and take a window seat at the back, and he comes and sits beside me.

Are you kidding me?

“This is a great seat,” he whispers. “I like it.”

“Stop talking to me,” I growl.