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She pulled her phone out and looked at me. “Is this the song she was singing?” she asked as she played the song.

“YES! That’s it. I will bet my life on it that’s where she went. She’s heading to Boston. Pull up the flight schedule and see what the next flight is. There’s no way she got on a plane already.”

“It says here that the next flight leaves in thirty minutes,” she spoke.

“That’s the one she has to be on. Is it nonstop?”

“Yes, and it’s a five-hour flight.”

“Okay. If I leave now, I can catch her at the airport in Boston.” I ran to the closet, pulled out my carry-on bag, and packed a few things. Pulling out my phone, I called my pilot.

“Get the plane ready NOW! We’re going to Boston.”

“It’ll be ready and waiting, sir.”

Emerson

What am I doing?I thought to myself as I sat on the sand in Venice Beach. I watched as couples walked along the shoreline hand in hand, laughing and kissing. Looking around, I took notice of the families all around. Parents were having fun with their kids, chasing them around and helping them build sand castles. I knew Alex would make a wonderful father someday, even though we never once talked about children. Hell, I didn’t know if he even wanted any kids. But I did. I wanted a family like the one I grew up with. It was something that Emily and I had always talked about before the accident. We’d talk about how we would get married, and our children would grow up together. That dream died the day of the accident but resurfaced when I fell in love with Alex.

God, I was stupid for acting the way I did. I didn’t doubt that he loved me. I really didn’t. I was so deeply hurt, and in some way, I wanted him to feel my pain. Two wrongs didn’t make a right, and I was a fool for saying what I did. I had planned to spend a couple of days here in Venice Beach to clear my thoughts and my head, but I changed my mind and hadn’t made a room reservation yet because I first stopped at the beach. Digging through my purse, I noticed my phone wasn’t in there. When I reached the car, I looked to see if maybe it had fallen on the floor. I looked under the seats, and it wasn’t there. Shit. I didn’t remember taking it out of the nightstand drawer because I was in such a hurry to get out of there. I hopped in the car and drove back home to apologize to Alex and beg for his forgiveness. Okay, I wasn’t going to beg, but I was surely going to make him see how sorry I was.

Alex

Sitting on the plane, my phone was almost dead, so I turned it off, pulled out my charger, and plugged it in. There was no need to have it on since Emerson didn’t have hers with her. She probably left it on purpose, so I couldn’t contact her, which made me angry. But I didn’t blame her. I was nothing but a douchebag. No, actually, I was a fucker, and I was going to make things right the minute I found her in Boston. I promised her that she would never travel alone again, and I broke that promise when I told her to leave. I just prayed to God that my plane got in before hers so I could catch her at the airport. She had to be on that flight. It was the next available one, and the time frame worked out. She would have had plenty of time to board the plane before it took off. I rested my hand on my forehead and closed my eyes.

Chapter Forty-Two

Emerson

Walking into the house, Parker greeted me. As I bent down to pet him, Jenna walked into the foyer with a surprised look on her face.

“Emerson. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on your way to Boston.”

“Huh?” I asked in confusion. “Why would I be going to Boston? I was in Venice Beach and decided that I needed to come home.”

“Oh fuck!” she said.

“What? Where’s Alex?”

She gulped. “On his way to Boston to find you.”

I shook my head because I didn’t understand what the hell was going on.

“What do you mean he’s on his way to Boston? Where did he get the idea that I went to Boston?”

“From a song you sang last night.” She bit down on her bottom lip.

Suddenly, my eyes widened. “Oh shit!” I ran up the stairs and pulled my phone from the nightstand, quickly dialing him. It went straight to voicemail.

“Shit. It went straight to voicemail.”

“He probably doesn’t have service up in the air.”

“Oh my God, could this day get any worse? I need to go to Boston.” I pulled up the flight schedule, and the next flight out was in three hours, but it was sold out. The next flight was with a connecting flight in Minneapolis, which put it at almost eight hours, and that flight didn’t leave for another four hours. The next nonstop flight didn’t leave until tomorrow morning.

“Why don’t you just wait until tomorrow morning to fly out?”

“No. I can’t wait. I have to get on a plane now.”

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