Page 58 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“Emily,” Puck sighs when we get in the luxury SUV they picked us up in from the airport only couple of days ago.
“I don’t really want to talk, Puck,” I murmur and look out the window.
I am grateful when he is respectful of my wishes and just leaves me alone as he is now driving me back to the airport for my flight home.
“Have you heard from Becca?” I think of asking. She and Blake went back to the police station today so that she could meet with Wrecker’s attorney.
“She got what she needed.” I see his jaw tensing when he tells me that. “I’m sure she’ll talk to you about it.”
I don’t ask more about it because it is obvious he won’t be telling me anything more.
We get to the airport a lot sooner than I was hoping. I worry that Puck will just drop me off at the curb, then leave. But he actually parks in some weird VIP zone, then gets out, grabs my bag from the back and comes around to help me out.
“You got everything?” he eyes me thoughtfully.
I just shrug. I have no idea what I have with me or don’t. I have my phone and I have my legal papers. So there’s that.
We walk inside and find the security gate I’m supposed to go through. The closer we get, the heavier my heart is. I want more time with Puck.
These days we spent together were short and only confirmed to me that what I feel toward him in such a short period of time is rare. I don’t want to let go of it. But what choice do I have?
“I don’t want to say goodbye.”
I stand outside the gate, staring into Puck’s eyes and wishing I could just stay here with him. Or better yet, have him come with me.
“It’ll be fine, babe,” he kisses me softly. “I promise. Call me as soon as you land in Montana, yeah?”
I nod and look away. I am about to cry. I hate this so, so much.
“I swear to you that I will answer,” Puck teases me right before he takes my mouth in a scorching kiss. “If I don’t pick up when you call, it is because I am in the middle of a bunch of shit,” he explains. “But I will see that you called, and I will call you right back.”
“Okay,” I whisper against his lips. I don’t really believe a word he’s telling me, but he seems so determined to convince me of it, I want to give him a chance.
“You need to go now, babe.” Puck squeezes both of my butt cheeks hard. “They’re calling your flight.”
I lift myself on the tip of my toes and give him another hard kiss on the lips. I then take a couple of steps back until he lets go of my butt.
“Goodbye, Puck,” I wave at him and turn around to go through the gate.
Once they checked my ID and bag, I walk through the machine, and I am released on the other side.
I resist the urge to turn around and check if Puck is still there watching me walking away. Instead, I continue putting one foot in front of the other until I get to where I’m supposed to board the plane. Becca is waiting for me there with an annoyed look on her face.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” she snaps at me, and that is it. We get on the plane, find our seats and wait for the take off.
We don’t talk anymore after that. Becca is not even looking at me, and I don’t know what to say either.
In a moment of weakness, right before we are told to turn our phones off, I call Puck. He doesn’t answer, and my heart is heavy. I continue sitting next to Becca, who sounds like she may be crying, but since she’s not looking at me, I can’t tell for sure.
After a while, I am a ball of stress, and my nerves are shot. I take a deep breath and turn toward my companion. I touch her arm in a tentative manner. “You okay?”
She doesn’t respond, just continues staring out the window, comfortable in her misery.
She may be comfortable in hers, but I am not comfortable in mine. I am on pins and needles, dying to share with her what transpired at the attorney’s office. And I want to tell her about Puck, about all the things he made me feel and about all the wild sex we had.
“You think Puck will call me?” I force myself to ask. I am clenching my teeth so hard, my jaw hurts.
Becca doesn’t cut me any slack. “Is he your rebound?”
