Page 93 of Tempting Irish
Chapter 28
Bree
After Emer was rushedto the hospital, I went up to Owen’s suite to wait for word about how she wasdoing.
Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into a wholeday.
Nothing.
I satalone.
But it gave me time to think. Time to evaluate what I want, what I need to do, and what I’m willing tosacrifice.
He’d finally called me, but that was last night. And even though he said Emer was all right, he never came back to thehotel.
I’d hoped to spend at least one more night with him, but I’m not that selfish, to wish him away from his family during a crisis. I understand that he needs to be where he is. I just wish he’d have asked me to be there withhim.
Hehadn’t.
I glance around the suite one last time, making sure I’m not forgetting anything. But I know I’m juststalling.
My flight leaves in less than two hours. I should have left for the airport twenty minutes ago. And unless I’m willing to miss my flight, I need to gonow.
I debated going to the hospital, at least to see Emer, but Owen was pretty clear that I wasn’t wantedthere.
Familyonly.
I try not to let his words affect me. But they do. They tug at the most vulnerable parts of me, bringing up all the insecurities I’ve been battling with since leaving Ireland the firsttime.
Maybe it’s good I’m going now. At least, there won’t be any awkwardgoodbyes.
I turn on my phone. There’s a message from Owen telling me to call him back. But when I do, it goes straight tomessages.
“Hi, it’s me, Bree.” I let out a nervous breath. “I’m heading to the airport now. I…”Hate this. “…wanted to thank you for everything.” God, that sounds pathetic. I might as well just say thanks for giving me the best sex of my entire life. Maybe it wouldn’t sound so awkward. “Take care of yourself…bye.”
Hanging up, I send Emer a quick text, telling her how happy I am for her and Aiden, and let her know that I have to catch my plane and that I’m sorry I wasn’t able to see her and the baby before Ileft.
Thank you for making me remember that I still have a place to call home, I type out.Maybe one day, I’ll be able to comeback.
I let out a long, uneven breath, fighting the damn tears that threaten tofall.
If I don’t go now, I am going to miss my plane. As I cart my luggage into the elevator, I wonder if I’m subconsciously tryingto.
When the doors open on the third floor, Chris stands there with his bags. He hesitates, glancing around as if expecting Owen to jump out, before tentatively steppingin.
“Hey,” he says sheepishly. “You headinghome?”
“I guessso.”
“You don’t seemconvinced.”
“No. I am.” I check my phone again, wincing when I see the time. “My flight leavessoon.”
“Yeah, minetoo.”
We both get off on the mainfloor.
“Owen driving you to theairport?”
