Chapter 5

The taxi driver caught my eye in the rearview mirror as the airport disappeared behind us.

“Miss? Where am I taking you?”

I stared out the window.

Less than ten minutes ago, I had been standing in Garrison’s arms while he kissed me like he had spent four years starving for it. Now I had no plane, no destination, and no idea what came next.

“I...” I swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know where you’re going?”

He glanced at my tear-stained face and the single suitcase beside me. “Runaway bride or bad breakup?”

“Something like that.”

His expression softened. “There’s a decent hotel about twenty minutes from here. Quiet. Mostly business travelers.”

“That works.” I leaned my h