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He growled softly, then raised his voice to be heard down the hall. “Kids, get a move on. You’re taking the bus today.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned off the fasten seat belt sign. You are now free to move around the cabin.”
Kayla sat back and closed her eyes. Was she crazy? Yeah, probably. Would a normal person risk everything on afeeling?
It had taken a few weeks, but she had gotten her affairs in order and had done everything she needed to do. She had quit her job and said goodbye to everyone at work, sold her car, and put her house on the market.
Her mother was still angry and might never talk to her again. That probably should have cut deeper than it did, but hey, she was her mother’s daughter, too. It was only natural she would put herself first, right?
Kayla knew she had made the right decision when the news story broke that Spencer had called off the engagement and stepped down as CEO of Dumas Industries. The media had had a field day with that. He hadn’t given a reason, but speculation abounded. Some said he had a drug problem and was going into rehab. Gambling and health issues were also raised as potential causes. Others hinted at a secret lover, one who had captured his heart. That was the one she was hoping for.
She only hoped she wasn’t too late.
The flight lasted forever. The ferryboat, an eternity. By the time the limo pulled through the gates, Kayla felt as if an entire lifetime had passed.
“Welcome back, Ms. O’Connell.”
“Thanks, Dominic. Do you know where I can find him?”
The man’s smile grew as he inclined his head toward the beach. “Shall I have your bags taken right to Mr. Dumas’ suite?”
Contacting Dominic and enlisting his help had been another gamble on her part, but she had wanted at least some assurance that this wasn’t going to blow up in her face. What if she had spent her savings only to arrive and discover he wasn’t here? Or, even worse, to find that Spencer had decided to forget her by sexing up someone else? Now that she had come to terms with things, she was feeling pretty possessive about Spencer Dumas and his magical unicorn dick.
Fortunately, Dominic turned out to be a great ally. He assured her that Spencer had not moved on, and strongly encouraged her to see her plan through, confiding that “Mr. Dumas just hasn’t been himself since he returned.”
“Positive thinking.” She smiled back. “I like that.” Her smile faded somewhat. “But maybe it would be better to leave them here by the desk, just in case I have to leave in a hurry.” Her whole life was now contained in those three pieces of luggage. In the event she was wrong and Spencer ended up kicking her to the curb, she couldn’t afford to leave without them.
She walked out onto the beach, spotting the lone figure on the far end, staring out at the ocean. Her heart found a familiar rhythm at the sight of him. Even from far away and facing the other direction, the man just did it for her.
“Mr. Dumas?”
When he turned, her heart thumped wildly. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing his tanned, toned chest and abs. His hair was longer than it had been. Wilder. Sexier. She couldn’t see his eyes from behind the reflective sunglasses, but she could feel his gaze.
She attempted a smile.
