Page 114 of My Silver Lining

“You have nothing to thank me for. I’m the lucky one in this deal.” He unbuckled my seat belt and tugged me onto his lap. “Thanks for the best three months I’ve ever had, Wildcat.”

Don’t cry.

Do not freaking cry.

You are not that hysterical airport girl.

You own your own business, and you’re moving to Paris.

I wrapped my arms around him, just as someone pounded on the window. “You can’t park here.”

I jumped off his lap, and Rafe opened his door and came around to get mine before growling at the asshole who’d banged on our window for no reason.

“You do realize that no one is here, right, Burt?” Rafe hissed, as the man wearing an airport security outfit stood there with his arms folded over his chest.

“It’s the rules, Rafe. Doesn’t matter if I like you, I can’t break them just for you.”

Rafe glanced around. We were literally the only car in passenger drop-off.

He moved to the back of the truck and pulled out my luggage, and I slipped my backpack over my shoulders.

Rafe wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, not saying a word.

There was nothing left to say.

Burt decided that was a perfect time to blow a whistle right behind me, and we both startled.

“For fuck’s sake, Burt!” Rafe shouted.

“I’m going to have to ticket you. My supervisor is watching,” the older man said.

“It’s fine. I’m going.” I shook my head a few times as I looked at Rafe, blinking rapidly so that I didn’t cry. “Thanks for the ride.”

Thanks for the ride?

Those were my parting words.

He just stood there, watching me. “Yeah. Of course. Safe travels, Lu.”

“It’s about time,” Burt grumped as I walked past him, and I flipped him the bird.

He ruined my airport moment.

I hadn’t said anything that I wanted to say.

And I might not see Rafe for a very long time.

Who knew what would happen?

He’d probably be married to a beautiful woman, and they’d have equally gorgeous children the next time I saw him.

The tears were streaming down my face, and panic set in. I turned around as he was rounding the truck. I dropped my backpack on the ground and left my suitcase beside it, and I started sprinting.

“Wait!” I called out, and he turned around just as I lunged my body into his arms.

But he wasn’t prepared, and he stumbled back, slamming into his truck as he went all the way down to the ground, with me on top of him.

He just lay there at the back of his truck, laughing. He pushed the hair away from my face. “Did you forget something, Wildcat?”

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