Page 96 of The Best Worst Mistake
“I thought you were in Amalfi today?” he asks, sounding confused.
“I am.” I quickly correct myself. “Weare.”
“The GPS shows her in Paris,” he answers, reluctantly.
“Paris? What the—” I look at the clock. It’s nearly ten a.m. here. If she boarded one of the earliest flights to Paris, she’d definitely be there by now.
Jesus Christ.
“Change of plans. Get the flight crew ready to fly there. Now,” I bark at him.
“Sir?”
“Now,” I nearly shout into the phone. “And see if you can get her to answer her phone before we go. She’s not answering my calls.”
“Right away,” he says before hanging up.
I send Juliet another text.
Stay where you are. I’m coming to Paris.
This time, the three little dots appear for only a mere second or two before disappearing. I wait another moment, hoping they reappear, but no such luck. At least it means she’s okay. She might be fuming mad at me, but at least she’s safe enough to read a text and nearly send a reply.
I start throwing whatever the crew had unpacked yesterday back into my luggage, while pausing to pull a T-shirt over my head. I need to get to Paris before she takes off again.
Then I get an idea that makes my insides twist. It’s awful, but it may be worth a shot.
“Ryan.” I call him back as soon as the questionable plan enters my mind. “Call my connection at the embassy in Paris. We need to ask them a favor.”
I explain my asinine plan.
“Sir?” He doesn’t have to say the words for me to know how confused he is. Or, more likely, how disappointed. “I’d like to confirm this is the route you want me to take. Grounding her in a foreign country might not—”
“Just do it,” I interrupt before I can change my mind. “And do it now, please.”
Then I practically sprint out to the car that I know will be waiting in front of the hotel to get me to the airport as fast as I can.
Chapter 47
Juliet
“What do you mean my passport isn’t registering?” I ask the ticket agent behind the counter. I wish my French was better, but I’ve resorted to English to try and get my point across with the help of Google Translate in between.
I can’t think straight while I want to murder Silas.
“I’m sorry, Miss, but I cannot sell you a ticket.”
I drop my head into my hands.
Unbelievable.
He’s going to use a power play to force me to talk to him.Thisis the side of Silas that I was afraid would come back.Arrogant prick.
“Please try again. Maybe it was just an issue in the system.”
“It is not unclear on my behalf, Miss. I’m sorry, but—”
“Thank you. I’ll just try another airline.” I sigh, grabbing my passport and license off the counter.
