Page 103 of Rayna's Daddy

“I’m heading to New York tonight.” Josh frowned. “And, then Paris on Friday. You want to hitch a ride.”

“Uhm,” I stopped and opened my mouth. Josh had a lot on his plate, and he needed to focus on business. Someone had to. I was going to be useless until I had my sweet Rayna in my arms again. “No, go ahead.” I stepped into my office, fell into the chair, and powered up my laptop.

“What are you going to do?” He stood in my doorway.

“I don’t know.” I tapped away on my computer. “But as soon as I figure it out, I’ll let you know.”

I pulled up a map of New Jersey near Rutger’s University. It showed the building where Rayna lived a few miles from campus. It showed a few other apartment buildings closer to campus, one right across the street. I looked up the building in question and, to my surprise, it was a new structure near completion. The grand opening was slated for three weeks. Just in time for the new semester.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and shot off a text.

Kyler: Check into this property. Inquire as to how much it would cost to rent for a year.

I sent her the link.

Joan: You want to rent an apartment in the building.

Kyler: No, I want to rent the whole building.

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Kyler exited the plane,and I was two minutes from running after him. A champagne glass appeared in my hand again. I didn’t pause. I down it in one gulp.

Tyler flopped into the seat next to me with another glass. I reached for it.

“Maybe you should slow down.”

I grunted.

“Okay, here.” He handed me the glass. “But that is it until you get some food in you.”

Great, just what I need. Another Grant brother telling me what to do.

I sipped the next glass.

“Listen, I know you're sad, but it’s going to be alright.” Tyler buckled his seat belt.

“No, it’s not.” I said between sips.

“Sure.” Tyler shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll be back together soon.”

“Listen.” I mocked him. “Could you sit somewhere else, please?”

“Why?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Because, I’ve been holding it in for the last three days and I’d rather not have an audience when the damn breaks.” I blinked, but one tear escaped.

“Oh, Rayna.” Tyler sighed. “Kyler is stubborn, but he’s doing what is best for you.”

“Breaking up with me, is what’s best for me?” The plane moved and my stomach flipped.

“He didn’t break up with you.”

“Yes, he did.” I peeked out the window. “If he didn’t, then where is he? Why isn’t he coming with me? Why didn’t he ask me to stay?”

“Did he actually say, I’m breaking up with you?” Tyler turned in his seat to face me.

“Putting me on the first thing out of Vegas is a pretty good indication.” I downed the rest of the champagne. I waved the glass. Tyler took it from me. The plane took a left turn and proceeded down the runway.

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