Page 139 of You're The One
I nod and stand. “And on that note, I really have to get going.” I point at Bodhi. “You’re not coming.”
When he doesn’t argue, I’m a little surprised. Instead, he drops onto the couch next to Emma and leans in, murmuring something I can’t hear.
Weird.
I pause near the door and look back at the crew. “Can we move this elsewhere?” I ask, motioning impatiently for them to pack up.
The chime of a phone starts up. It’s been so long since I’ve heard a ringtone that it takes me a second to place it.
Bodhi answers immediately.
“What?” His whole posture changes as he stands.
“Why didn’t you come get me?” He starts pacing, pushing open the balcony door.
“She left?!”
That grabs my attention. I stride over, lowering my voice but not the intensity. “Who left?”
He ignores me, listening intently. “Did it take off?” His expression darkens. He checks his watch. “Fuck.”
He tucks the phone into his pocket and finally turns to me. “Well… your Cinderella just fled the ball.” His grin is anything but kind. “Hope you’ve got the glass slipper.”
My knees bounce in the back of the production SUV. Unfortunately, Bodhi is seated next to me, his damn playbook open again.
“How much longer?” I lean forward to ask the driver.
“Looks like there’s some traffic.” His eyes flick to the GPS. “It says forty minutes to the airport.”
I sink back in my seat.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it, friend.” Bodhi glances at his watch. “The plane’s already boarding.”
“No shit,” I mutter, unhelpfully.
“Can we take this opportunity to discuss wrapping up the show?”
“Man, you have the worst timing.” I rake a hand through my hair. “Can’t you see I’m freaking out here? The woman I love is literally on the run… all the way back to Chicago.”
My head thumps back against the headrest. “I knew I should’ve turned Emma away. I would’ve caught Mia in time if I hadn’t wasted those extra minutes. And here you are, doing the same thing, trying to tie up your own loose fucking ends.”
“The difference is, you’re stuck here with me, and not talking isn’t going to get you there any faster.”
“Cornering people when they have no escape is your MO,” I huff. “Fine. Speak.”
Bodhi brushes his hair from his eyes. “How do you want to play this?”
“You’re the mastermind. I want to be fucking done with this show.Done.”
“Language.” Bodhi shoots a look toward the cameraman filming from the third row.
My frustration boils over. I turn, staring straight into the camera lens.
“Isn’t this enough?” I snap. “You’re getting it all on camera. Fine. Here’s your ending.”
I inhale sharply, heart pounding as I glare directly into the camera.
“I, Dominic Fox, love Mia Madonna Matthews. She’s infuriating… and I love her. I’ll follow her to Botswana if that’s what it takes. She can’t run far enough from me. There’s nothing I won’t do. And nowhere I won’t go… Unless she doesn’t want me to because that would be a crime.” I pause, voice softening. “But she wants me to. I’m sure of it.”
