“Yeah, I’m sure,” he says, letting me go. “Well, here we are together, year thirty and single.”
“Yeah. Year thirty…” I’m stunned that he’s found me. “Can I link up with you later? I’m here to grab brunch with Georgia.”
“Well, I just ran into Georgia and she said that I could talk to you first.”
“Yeah, I guess you and I should talk, too.” I look around. “Want to get a booth?”
“No, let’s do this someplace else.” He slips an arm around my waist and leads me away.“We have an important conversation looming.”
“Wait a second,” I say, not wanting to discuss anything about that pact.
Not now…“I need to check on something.”
“Is it that important?”
“Yes. I’ll be right back.” I turn away without another word.
TWENTY
TARYN
I rush upstairs with my heart in my throat, desperate to ask if James feels the same way I feel, if maybe—just maybe, I haven’t misread the signs during our road trip.
And the other night…
When I enter the suite, I notice that his suitcase is no longer by the door. I check to see if housekeeping moved it to one of the closets, but they’re all empty.
I walk through the living room and check the balcony, and there’s no hint of him ever being here with me.
Stepping into the kitchen, I spot a note clinging to the fridge.
Taryn,
I enjoyed the ride here with you,
Happy holidays,
James
That’s it?
I flip it over and check my phone for missed calls and texts.
There’s nothing from him.
Confused, I return to the elevator and head downstairs.
Even if my feelings may weigh more than his, I refuse to believe he would leave the estate without telling me goodbye.
Halfway there, I spot Cameron chatting with Savannah and Georgia.
His eyes meet mine before I can turn around.
Shit…
“Come over here, Taryn!”
I force a smile and oblige.