"Don't the Epix family businesses own any private planes? A helicopter? Anything to get me to Alexander?"
But Max wasn't paying attention. His focus was entirely on scanning our surroundings. Ugh, I hate waiting. I sat down on one of the benches in the departure lounge.
I wiped my tears slowly. I knew that scent—rain and wet earth. It was Stephen. Was he leaving New York? He passed by me, flanked by several men clearing the way for him.
If I have to die, I'll do it. But I will *not* humiliate myself by asking Stephen for help. I bit my lip. He probably travels on private jets anyway. Damn it, Teal. Open your eyes. He broke your heart.
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Morning arrived, and Max handed me a cup of coffee. Of course, I hadn't slept all night, waiting for Alexander to call. It was now 10:30. Two more hours until the next flight.
"Madam, Mr. Alexander's plane has landed. It touched down at one of the family's private airports. He's already on his way to the house."
