Page 65 of Broken Rules
Chapter Twenty
Savannah pressed herface against the tiny window as her plane descended toward the bright strip of Florida coastline. Her heart raced at a relentless pace caused by both excitement and fear.
What was she doing!
She had walked out on her job, her life, her friends—on the mere hunch that her MIA boyfriend had bought a sail boat, hired a crew, and entered the Hempel cup race all to alert her to his secret whereabouts.
Was she crazy? Could it just be an amazing coincidence?
But the boat was calledWorking Girl...it had to be him.
After the plane landed, she grabbed her hastily packed carryon from the overhead baggage storage and followed the line of passengers out the gate. The arrival area was lined with drivers holding signs for the strangers they were picking up. She read the names Phillip Kelley, Brett Williams, Anthony Glidan, Enrique Perez. She continued to scan the crowd, wishing to glimpse Savannah Honey scribbled on a piece of white paper, despite knowing it was impossible. Even if Damien had enteredWorking Girlin the race to send her a signal, he couldn’t have known what flight she would be on.
And then she stopped abruptly, causing a tall man behind her to nearly bowl her over. “Sorry,” she said, looking up. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he gave her an impatient smile before moving around her and hastening on his way. She took a deep breath and looked again at what had drawn her gaze.
A driver with a black suit, a caramel complexion, and a brilliant white smile was holding a sign for Catherine Earnshaw.
Her heart started to race harder.
Either someone’s mother was a bigger fan ofWuthering Heightsthan even Savannah or...
She took a deep breath and barreled toward the man before she lost her nerve. “I’m Catherine Earnshaw.”
The man’s smile widened. “Excellent to meet you, Catherine. My name is Max. Shall we go?” he said, reaching for her carryon. “Do we need to stop at the luggage carousal?”
She shook her head, handing off her bag. “That’s all I brought. Can I ask you something, Max?”
“Of course.”
“Who hired you?”
“An agency, Miss.”
She chewed her lip for a moment. “Have you been waiting long?”
“Not at all, Miss. Your flight was on-time.”
“Then you knew what flight I was on?”
He gave her a curious look. “Yes, Miss.”
She cleared her throat. “Of course. I was just making sure I’m in the right place.”
“If you’re Catherine Earnshaw, then I’m your Max.”
A quick, nervous laugh fled her throat. “I’ve never had a Max of my very own.”
Smiling, he said, “Follow me.” Then he turned on his heel and started forward.
Her feet moved one in front of the other while her heart pounded in her ears, muffling the din of the airport.
She still couldn’t believe what she was doing.
