Page 125 of Bae

“I’m on my way to the hotel now. You ready for the interview?”

Braeden began pacing at the sound of her voice.

“I changed my mind. I’m not doing it,” Kane said and glanced at me.

I nodded.

“What!” Missy exclaimed. “You can’t back out now!”

“Yes, I can. I have.”

“If this is about the money…” She began.

“It’s not. I just changed my mind.” He glanced at me again, and I pressed a finger to my lips, indicating he better not say shit about me.”

“Why?”

“It just doesn’t feel right,” he replied, and my eyes narrowed.

“They got to you, didn’t they?” She accused.

“Who?” Kane pretended he had no idea.

“How the hell did they find out—Ah!” She gasped. “I never should have shopped it toPeople.

“Kane, listen to me—”

I dragged my finger across my throat.

He cut the connection and looked at me.

“Get your shit. You’re checking out.”

“I’m here until tomorrow,” he insisted.

“Nope.” Braeden argued.

I motioned for him to hurry up and then waited impatiently while he threw what little shit he had into a black duffle on the floor.

“Leave the room keys on the table,” I instructed.

He put both keycards on the table.

“Don’t bother going to the front desk. They’ll check you out when they get the keys and send the bill to whoever is paying for this room.” He didn’t need to know I knew all about the #BuzzBoss.

We escorted him down the stairwell and out into the parking lot.

“I don’t have a car here,” he mumbled.

“Get in.” I motioned at our rental.

He balked.

“If I wanted you dead, you would be already.”

With a sigh, he got into the passenger seat, while me, Trent, and B squished into the back.

Drew drove him the airport and pulled up to the departure wing. “My plane doesn’t leave 'til tomorrow,” he whined.

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