Page 112 of Play of Love
“Scott, I’m sure I can find some way of getting to her. I’ll rent a car.” I stepped out of his grasp once more.
“Or you could come with me.” His smile widened.
“Why’d I do that when I could rent a car or, heck, get a bus?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Margo is my sister, I know she’s stranded at the bus station in Phoenix and there’s no flights because of a bomb threat. Of courseI’llbe going to getmysister, and I’ll get there much quicker than you. So, Abi, if you want to come with me, the offer is there.” He turned his smile up a notch and gave me that cheeky look again.
I bit the inside of my lip wanting to curse him but held back realizing he was right. By the time I organized a rental car, he’d be well on his way, and I’d just be in tow, going to Phoenix for nothing.
I watched him as he turned and walked away, and I tried to contemplate all this. I supposed I could have let him go and get Margo, but Margo hadn’t called him. She’d called me.
Not only that, but now I was worried for my friend and wanted to be sure that she was okay. The journey from here to Phoenix was an exceptionally long one by car. Could I survive that many hours with Scott? Especially if I was trying to avoid him.
“You coming?” he called back looking over his shoulder.
I groaned inwardly, hating this idea, but, right now, it seemed like the best way to get to Margo. It would be a long, and most likely terrible, journey, but I supposed I could bite the bullet and travel with my ex for my best friend.
Releasing a sigh of frustration, I followed him.
