Page 10 of One Weekend in Boston

"I'll see you soon."

I hung up the phone and mentally prepared myself for the fight I was going to have as soon as I walked back into the room. Shannon wasn't going to accept help easily, so I just needed to prove to her that it was in her best interest to let me handle things.

I highly doubted it was going to be an easy feat.

FIVE

Shannon

I shoved my clothes back into my duffle with enough aggression to accidentally tear something, but I didn’t care. I was too damn mad at myself.

How could I not have realized Davis could track me when I used my credit card to pay for the room?

Out of all the crime shows I watched and the books I read, that little detail shouldneverhave slipped my mind. Yet here I was, standing in a trashed hotel room after a police officer verbally handed me my ass because of my naivety.

Not my finest moment.

I was gathering what was left of my toiletries—you know, the onesnotdestroyed by Davis' minion—when Jack came back in the room.

"Thank you for an amazing night,” I said. “Really, it was the best of my life, but as soon as I get my stuff together, I need to get out of here."

It killed me to say those words. What should've only been one night turned out to be something better, but now that Jacksaw the level of dysfunction my life was, it was time to bow out gracefully.

If that was what I could even call this.

"You're not running away," he said bluntly.

I stopped mid-throwing my brush into the bag to turn around and look at Jack. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Excuse me? I'm not sure what part of the last hour you missed, but I am sure as hell running away." I went back to my packing and did my best to ignore Jack, but he wasn't having it.

"And what exactly is your plan?" he pressed. "You heard the officer. Using your name and cards is going to keep leading Davis right to you."

I threw the duffel down on the floor and yelled at him. "You think I don't know that now?! That officer you so kindly referred to did a good job of making me feel like anidiot. So yeah, I'm aware that I can't use my license or any of my credit cards but that doesn't mean I'm staying here. I'll figure out a way." Jack didn't deserve my anger, but he was the only one around, and I couldn't keep it bottled up anymore.

I had money. My father made sure of that. I just needed to take the cash out and then I could fly under the radar. Maybe get a cheap vehicle from some shady car dealer so that Davis couldn't track me that way.

Yeah, I could do this.

The more I thought about it, the more ideas started to pop into my head.

"Or I could help you."

"Help me?" I asked, like the idea was a foreign concept. And maybe it was. No one had helped me since my father passed away.

"Listen, I know you're not stupid, despite what that officer wanted you to believe. Using cash is a viable option but that means you’ll be forced to stay in seedy motels. What if I told youI could make sure we stayed in decent places without using your name?"

I only needed a moment to think about it before I rejected the idea. "As much as I appreciate the offer, I can't further involve you. Plus, Davis probably already knows your name."

There was no probably about it. Davis would know his name, know that I didn't spend the night in my room, and he would now be gunning for Jack. He was a possessive bastard like that, even though we hadn't been “together” in nearly six months.

"I can get us a hotel without it being under either of our names."

I looked at him skeptically, and in response, Jack sighed. "I stepped outside to call my brother. He's going to get us hooked up with a place that won't tie back to either of us."

It was too good to be true. "Just like that. No questions asked?"

Jack laughed and the sound went right through me, in a good way. The best way actually.

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