Page 58 of Arranging Ayra
How rude of him to leave me here. No. It was beyond rude. It was cruel. Downright cruel. He knew darn well that I had no way of getting back to Moon Manor. He knew full well that I hardly knew London at all.
Shoot! Damn. What the F!
I finally made it back to Harrods and considered finding my way back to Barn’s car. And do what? Wait for him to return with Rhonda?
Forget that!
So what’s your other option?
I pulled out my phone, found the number to a cab company and made the call.
“Yes,” I said as the call was answered. “I need a cab. I’m in front of Harrods.”
“And, where to, love?”
“Moon Manor.”
“I’m sorry? To where?”
“Moon Manor out in Derbyshire.”
“Oh, honey. I am sorry, but we don’t go out that far. You’ll have to try your luck with another cab company.”
Disappointed, I grunted, “Thank you,” and hung up.
Now what?
Keely. I had no choice. I hated the thought of bothering her on her day off. It was late in the day, and we probably wouldn’t make it back to Moon Manor before dark. I hesitated and tried to find another solution, but there was none. I made the call.
“Keely,” I said as she picked up. “I’m so sorry, but I’m really in a bind.”
“What’s up?”
“I’m in London.”
“Okay, and...?”
“And, I...” My voice caught in my throat, and I fought the urge to cry.
“Ayra? Is everything all right? What’s going on?”
How could I tell her what had happened with Barn? “Could you just come and get me... please.”
“Of course, I’ll come get you. Where are you?”
“Harrods.”
“What entrance?”
I looked around. “I’m on the main street, near a bus stop.”
“Brompton?”
“I don’t know.” I approached a woman coming my way. “Excuse me. What street is this?”
“Brompton, dear.”
“Thank you.” I returned to my call. “Yeah. It’s Brompton.”
