Chapter 367

Alexander

The highway stretched before me, concrete and asphalt blurring beneath my tires as I pushed the Aston Martin to uncomfortable speeds. My knuckles whitened around the steering wheel while my mind raced faster than the car.

What the hell was I doing? Chasing after a woman who’d walked away without so much as a goodbye?

“This is beneath you, Alexander,” I muttered, easing off the accelerator slightly as I passed a state trooper. The last thing I needed was to explain to some cop why New York’s most eligible bachelor was speeding to Connecticut like a teenager late for prom.

The GPS informed me I was thirty minutes from my destination. My stomach clenched in a way it hadn’t since my first major acquisition meeting. Alexander Knight, nervous about seeing a former employee. Pathetic.

I flipped through radio stations, unable to settle on anything. Classical. Pop. Talk radio. Nothing could distract me from the ridiculous errand I’d embarked upo