Page 257 of My Rules

I read the email Blake has forwarded to me, and I walk to the front desk at the airport.

“Hi, I’d like to check in, please. The name is Rebecca Dalton.” I pass over my identification.

She types into her computer. “Do you have any luggage to check in?”

“Just my carry-on.”

She prints out the ticket and passes it over, void of emotion. “You may go to the members’ lounge to wait for your check-in. Have a nice flight.”

“Thanks.” I glance at my ticket as I walk away from the desk.

Business class.

Of course he bought me business class. Typical Blake.

Ugh ... the man is infuriating.

I stomp through the airport.

I’m not where you left me. I’ve moved on.

My stomach twists as the memory of his words cuts like a knife.

I’m exactly who you always thought I was. The player who cheats. Be careful what you wish for, Rebecca.

I feel sick to my stomach.

His boss, no less.

She’s a doctor, so obviously a brainiac, probably gorgeous, and she gets to see him every day, so ...

I drag my hand down my face in disgust.

Honestly, I just want to crawl under a rock and hide.

He wanted closure, but all it has done for me is open up a wound in my heart. A deep gash that I now know will never fucking heal.

Only now I can add the title Seedy Side Chick to my résumé.

I go through check-in and find my way to the members’ lounge and take a seat at the bar.

“What will it be?” the bartender asks me.

I look over the choices. Screw it, it’s five o’clock somewhere. “A glass of champagne, please.”

“Ten in the morning.” He smiles as he wipes the counter. “Are we celebrating or commiserating?”

“Commiserating.”

He gives me a knowing smile. “Rough weekend?”

In more ways than one.

“You have no idea.”

Blake

I sit in the hospital cafeteria and stare into space.

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