Page 83 of Sinful Promises

“Hi, Daisy. I’m Isabella. Nice to meet you.” She turned her attention to the clipboard, obviously assuming I was a passenger.

“Oh, sorry. I’m not with the group.”

“Oh. You’re not?”

“No, I, ahhh . . . I used to do your job. I was actually here to see Roman.”

“Roman? He resigned the other day.”

“Resigned?” My gut flipped. Of all the scenarios I’d played through my head, this was not one of them. “Do you know why?”

“No. But Bruce is so pissed at him.” She nodded toward the man I’d seen climb out of the luggage hold. “Bruce had to call on his brother to take this tour.”

Maybe that explained why Bruce was so angry with me.

But fucking hell. He could’ve at least told me Roman had resigned.

I’d hit a dead end.

The notion slapped me with such brutality a hive of bees exploded in my stomach. I had to get out of there. I needed to think. Offering a lopsided smile to the tour guide, I said, “Okay. Thank you. Good luck with the tour.” I turned on my heel and raced away like my ass was on fire.

But the second I was out of Vacation Dreamz parking lot, my legs became Jell-O. Walking was impossible. Thinking was excruciating.

Somehow, I made it back to my hotel.

I sat on the bed, staring at my pretty pink fingernails.

I’d lost him.

I’d flown eight thousand miles chasing love, and once again it was gone.

Now I had no home. No job. No family. No reason to get up every day. And no Roman.

On top of that, I had no idea what I was going to do next.

When I rang Zali, even she was lost for words.

Chapter Nineteen

For three days, I did nothing. Well, nothing except sleep, shower, and eat, and eat. And eat. But essentially, nothing.

On day four, an idea hit me that was so brazen and bold, it possessed me like a determined poltergeist. I checked out of the hotel and practically ran to a taxi. “Heathrow please.”

At the airport, I raced to the nearest ticket counter. “I need the first flight to Rome please.”

The next available flight left in forty minutes—if I was prepared to run.

Hell, yes, I am.

When the lady behind the counter handed me the boarding pass, I snatched it and sprinted like my life depended on it, headed toward the boarding gate.

Twenty minutes after I’d walked into the airport, I was lining up to board a plane. I pulled my phone from my bag and sent Zali a quick text.

I have a plan. About to take a flight. Wish me luck

YAY. I knew you’d figure it out. GO BABE. You’ve got this

Sitting on the plane was like sitting on an ants’ nest. I could not keep still. The flight was two and a half hours. It felt like twenty.

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