Page 15 of Crave
“What is it, then? Because, Pedro, we can win this. I can win this for you.”
“It’s your father,” he said abruptly. I heard bitterness in his tone.
“My father? He’s not in this. It’s only me…”
“Just, I’m out. Let it be.”
“Wait. What happened?” I asked.
“Good night. Good luck.” Pedro hung up.
I wanted to wring Boomer’s neck. The driver in the motorized cart sat behind the wheel, waiting to take me to my hired car. I needed a moment to figure out what to do next. I was back to square one. It would take months to find another viable candidate. Then it hit me. I knew what I needed to do.
I talked to the pilot.We couldn’t fly out to Colorado that night, but we could head out at eleven o’clock in the morning. I took that deal and stayed in a hotel near the airport. Once I got settled in my room, I saw that Bryn had sent a huge gift—the address of where she was staying.
