Page 7 of Game Changer
“I need to get out of here.”I stand and look around the elegantly appointed dressing room.
Jax stands too, looking faintly alarmed.“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know.I can’t go home.My apartment’s empty.”My lip wobbles again.“I just moved in with Steve last weekend.And I can’t go there.I don’t want to see him again.”
“I think you’re going to have to see him at some point.”
“No.”I firm my lips and cross my arms.“Well, maybe.But not now.”
“Want me to go find your bridesmaids?”
“No.I just want to disappear.”Then I sigh.“I don’t even have a car here.”
“Uh…”
“Can you give me a ride?”I meet his eyes pleadingly.
“I don’t have a car either.”
“Shit.”
“We can get a taxi.”
“I guess.”
“But where?Your parents’ place?”
“I don’t want to face them either.Oh God.”I close my eyes briefly.“Can we go to your place?”
His eyes bug out.“What?”
“That’s perfect.Nobody will find me there.”I grab onto his arm, distantly noting the size and firmness of his biceps.“Please, Jax.”
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Jax’s eyes shift around, but then he nods.“Okay.Sure.Let’s go.”
I want to escape so badly I don’t even take the time to change back into the clothes I arrived in.All my other things are already at the hotel where we were supposed to spend our wedding night.Shit.
Oh well.
Jax opens the door and peers out.We can hear faint voices but nobody’s in the corridor.He leads me out toward the elevators.I don’t know what’s going on, if guests have left, or stayed, and I don’t care, but I just don’t want to run into anyone.
But Jax takes me on a convoluted tour that ends up in the kitchen where my wedding dinner is being prepared.We meet stunned faces.“Is there a freight elevator?”he asks.
A woman points.
“Thanks.”Jax smiles and nods, takes my hand and rushes me through the kitchen.
In the empty elevator, I lean against the wall.“Wow.Great idea.Thanks.”
The elevator makes a rapid descent to the main floor.
“Hopefully we can find our way out from wherever we end up,” Jax says.
We emerge into a deserted loading area.We both scan the space and spot an exit door.We find ourselves in the loading dock area on Lower Wacker Drive.
