Page 29 of Red's Revenge

“What?” Clayton points over his shoulder.

“That’s why it’s so busy. I’ve got whole families stranded for the night. I’m gonna have to kick the bikers out for the evening. I think I’m going to be a makeshift bed and breakfast until this blows over. Where the fuck are you going, Red?” I stood and moved to the door before I could track my own movements.

“She must still be here.” I look at Colton.

“She?” Clay finishes his whiskey and pours himself another.

“Red has found himself a girl.” Colton hides his amusement behind his glass.

“No shit. Wait! Not the pretty little blonde that turned you down the other night?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“No shit? A girl said no to Big Red? Fuck, she’s perfect! Well, go on. Go save your princess.” I slam the door in both their laughing faces.

How the hell was I getting to the airport in this mess? No way was I riding Jett, so that left only one option. I make my way back to the house and cool down Jett. I give him extra salt licks and put on his blankets before heading to the garage.

I pull the tarps off the ATVs and check the gas tank. We haven’t used them this season, and I’m sure they need tuning, but I’m desperate to get to Cami. She’s been sitting in that airport for hours now.

If she’s even there.

Chapter Twelve

CAMILA

“Oh God, harder.”

“You’re sure her flight was canceled?”

“Yes, please, deeper.”

“Come home with me. Once this deal is over, I’ll break it off with her. It’s you I love, not her.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t know about us? She could ruin you.”

“No, my love. She loves the job, not me.”

“I love you too.”

“This time next year, she’ll be gone, and we’ll be married.”

Iam listening to the voicemail for the fifth time.

I’m a fucking fool.

Ryan has been stringing me along all this time. For years! I should be angry. But I’m not. I sat in this empty airport for hours, thinking over my life. How everything I thought was true was fake. My entire life is built on a mountain of lies. The man I figured I’d spend the rest of my life with has used me to climb to the top so that he could push me off the ledge at the first chance he got.

Well, FUCK THAT.

I opened my laptop and logged into the company server in Ryan’s name. I flipped through his files and found the merger agreement between our company and the Danders. I downloaded as much as I could and then opened our company email.

I typed out the email and uploaded the voicemail as an attachment. I hit send and then scrolled through my phone applications, finding the ride-share one and booking a car. I groaned when not one but two drivers canceled on me. I was growing impatient when a big SUV finally showed up forty-five minutes later.

“Hope you’re not going far, ma’am. The roads are a mess.” The driver put my suitcase in the trunk and then opened my door for me.

“Can you get me to the Justice Ranch?” His eyes widened, but he nodded.

“If ya ain’t in a rush, sure.” I nodded my thanks as I climbed in.

It turns out that not being in a rush meant arriving at the huge farmhouse two hours later. I tipped him for his trouble and hesitated at the foot of the porch steps.

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