Page 70 of It's Only Love

“Qué hiciste?” she shouted at Dean, storming over to him and jabbing her finger into his chest. “She’s gone, she left town!”

Dean cursed. “When?”

“She’s driving home, she left about half an hour ago,” she turned to Taylor. “She came and said goodbye this time.”

Taylor turned to face Dean, a fierce expression on her face. “Fix it, now.” she said, her tone cold and deadly.

“I will, I swear.”

“No, don’t go after her, not unless you really care about her. You can’t mess around with her anymore,” Justine said.

“I do care about her, I tried to tell her I love her yesterday, damnit!” he shouted, frustration and panic clawing at him.

“Come on, she can’t have gotten far,” Beau said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Dean’s mind was whirring away, what was he going to do if he lost her, if he couldn’t reach her? Wait a minute.

“Did you say she’s driving home? To New York?” he asked Justine.

“I guess so?”

A smile spread across his face for the first time in days. He stood there for a moment, thinking.

“Come on, let’s go!” Beau yelled.

Dean shook his head, “No.”

“No?” Taylor and Justine chorused.

“I’ve got an idea.” They all looked at him skeptically. “Trust me.”

He sent the others back to the bar to wait and he made a few calls on his cell. When he was done, he went and joined them. They were sitting in a booth, the mood somber, tension filled the air. Justine and Taylor kept shooting him death glares at his apparent lack of action, and Beau and Taylor kept sniping at each other. After five hours he started to panic, what if he played this all wrong?

“Dean, if this doesn’t have a happy ending, I will never forgive you,” Taylor said quietly.

“It will, trust me,” he replied fiercely. After another two anxious hours, he got the call he was waiting for.

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