Page 54 of Best In Class
Her expression folds in on itself, quiet and raw, as if my words devastate her.
“I have to use the restroom. Can you take care of the bill?”
I watch her walk away. Then, I let my weight sink onto the table.
The guilt of my lie is crushing me.
I have to tell her the truth and then just deal with the fallout.
I know Luna. What’ll cut deeper than me cheating—hell, even deeper than the lie—is that I caved to her father. That’s the kind of betrayal she may never forgive. Because for her, losing your spine is worse than losing your way.
Not like she’s going to forgive you for cheating on her, numb nuts.
CHAPTER 14
Luna
There is the kind of tired when you’ve done good work, and then there’s the kind of tired when you’re sitting on a freeway in a car with your ex who is confusing you.
Needless to say, I’mexhausted.
We’re about thirty minutes from getting back on I-16 when traffic comes to a dead stop. Red lights stretch ahead in a line so long it looks like a brake-light funeral procession. Up ahead, a firetruck blocks both lanes. A state trooper waves everyone off the highway and onto a winding side road that looks like it leads straight into a cornfield and a horror movie.
I squint at my phone. “Apple says we’re stuck for at least two hours.”
Dom glances at the GPS. “Porsche says the same thing. You wanna power through?”
I think about it. I hate traffic—despise it. That’s why Iride a motorcycle. It lets me weave through gridlock and get where I need to go without fantasizing about felony assault on half the city’s drivers.
“Honestly? No.”
He seems to hesitate, even runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. “Want to find somewhere to stay for the night?”
I look around. “I wonder what we’re going to find here.”
He chuckles. “Bates Motel?”
I side-eye him. “Do I look like I do motels?”
“You look like you do rooftop suites and valet parking.”
“Are you saying I’m spoiled, Dominic Calder?” I demand with mock haughtiness.
He just smirks and taps the screen of the Porsche, moves it around. “There’s a town about twenty minutes from here. Hamilton. Looks like there’s a B&B.”
“A B&B?” I scowl.
“It’ll be cute and romantic,” he persists.
I sigh. “Do I look like I’m into cute and romantic?”
“You used to be, Moonbeam,” he remarks softly as he navigates away from the traffic jam, squeezing between cars so we can take an exit.
“I used to be into a lot of things that I’m not into now,” I quip, but there’s no heat in my voice.
I do like romantic.
But only when Dom delivers it.
