Page 69 of Take Me, Break Me

“You crying, Jodie?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry –”

“Don’t be. Please don’t be.”

Pause. “Okay. But Jodie, you’re back tomorrow, aren’t you? Flying back?”

“Yes.” Now my pulse was hammering so hard I could barely breathe.

“Then I’ll meet you where you said last time. You said if I changed my mind you’d meet me there.”

Suddenly I remembered – outside the hotel. “Oh! Sure. When?”

“Tomorrow night. Eight PM.”

“What should I wear?”

“You’re asking for instructions?”

That woke me up. “Umm. Um, yes?”

“Wear something pretty. A dress. No panties.”

Then he hung up.

Hell. I stared at the phone, then I pressed it within both my hands and squeezed. “That sounds good.”

Damn, I wanted a plane, fast. “Where’s the batman spotlight in the sky when you need one?”

I was going to die before tomorrow.

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