Page 35 of The Lies I've Told
My gaze traveled to the water, wondering what he was so fixated on. “He won’t take you. He’s strictly tours and airport travel only. It’s fine; I’ll take you. But we’ll have to wait until the day after tomorrow when my sister returns from the hospital, so my parents can take over the inn for me.”
He nodded, not turning away from the sparkling blue waves. “Good.”
“Okay, sounds like a plan,” Dean said, taking over as I sat back in my chair.
I’d hoped to get back to Florida the day after next.
A quick day with the family and my new baby niece, and then back to reality.
Back to getting my life together.
Back to figuring out who had stolen it all away from me,because I was going to make them pay.
Right after I finished clawing my way back up to the top.
But, for now, all of that was on pause because this beautiful conundrum of a man needed a favor.
Again.
I guessed revenge could wait another day.
“You want to get out of here?” Aiden asked, a look of challenge spreading across his handsome face.
I couldn’t help but smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He quickly paid our tab, which wasn’t much, considering we hadn’t been there long. I had no idea what his intentions were when we left the restaurant, but with the drink I’d nearly inhaled buzzing through my veins, I was up for anything.
As long as it didn’t involve work, Lorenzo, or the email that had ruined me.
“I don’t suppose there is anywhere in this tiny little town to purchase alcohol, is there?” Aiden asked as we hopped in my sister’s car and pulled onto the desolate road.
“At this time of night? That would be a no. But I might be able to scrounge something up back at the inn.”
“Sounds promising,” he said before a long, silent pause.
I looked over to see him peering out the window. He appeared thoughtful, his eyes taking in every detail as we drove the short distance home.
“What is it that you do, Millie McIntyre?” he asked, turning his attention back toward me.
I swallowed hard, hating that my one wish for the evening—to not have to think about work—didn’t even last the car ride back to the inn.
“Um, I’m in fashion.”
I stopped the car in its normal place beside the house and shifted it into park before the engine shut off.
“And what does that mean exactly? Fashion? Do you design clothes? Sell them?” He paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on the subtle curves of my body. “Model them?”
My hand fought at my side to find the door handle.
Was it hot in here?
God, I felt like I was on fire.
“Um, sales mostly. I want to design though. I mean, that was—is my goal…eventually.”
“Impressive,” he said. “Although you’d make an excellent model.”
I let out a tiny laugh, half-humor, half-nervousness. “Clearly, you don’t know a thing about the fashion industry. I’m about as far from what they deem a perfect model as you can get. I’m too curvy, far too short, and—” I looked down at my chest, feeling my cheeks heat instantly.
