Page 43 of His to Seduce
Aidan stood in the doorway, jaw clenched. He scanned my face, relaxed minutely, and stepped aside.
“Thanks,” I muttered, still panting. I released my hold on the doorframe and walked past him.
“How is he?” Aidan asked, closing the door behind me.
Ignoring him, I focused on Chelsea. She wrapped her resort-issued robe tightly around her waist. “How is she?”
“Gone.” Her hands twisted together, knotting around the belt. Red swollen eyes told me she’d been crying. “Caught the last flight out at one thirty.”
Damn it!
“Nothing you can do tonight, David. Go to bed and rest. We’re all heading out tomorrow, anyway.”
I gawked at the middle school librarian like she’d grown a third head. My mind was already whirling with possibilities and none of them meant staying on this island another eight hours, letting Camden get any farther away.
“David,” Aidan repeated. He stepped to me, clasped his hand on my shoulder, and squeezed. When he had my attention, I turned to face him.
“What?”
“How was Harold?”
I shook my head and heard Chelsea’s gasp.
“No, it’s not that bad.” My eyes flicked to hers and caught her relief. “He had another seizure after we were at the hospital. They called an air ambulance. He and Milly are off the island on their way to Miami. Jamaica didn’t have the necessary medical equipment to handle him.” I wiped my hand down my face and sighed. “Okay. I’m going to get out of here. I’ll see you when you get back.”
Chelsea stepped forward. “You’re leaving? But why? Another plane won’t take off until eight at the earliest and we’re leaving right after, anyway.”
I bit back my smirk and looked at Aidan. He arched a brow, curious. “Chartering a plane?”
“If I can get someone to fly it, yeah.”
He smacked my shoulder. “I’m sure you can coerce them into it.”
Because the McGregor trust fund provided millions and I rarely touched it, except for emergencies. I considered this one my largest ever.
“How?” Chelsea’s brows bunched together in confusion.
“Trust fund.”
“What?”
Aidan laughed softly. “I’ll explain later,” he whispered to her, tugging her close to his side. Then he speared me with a glare. “And so will you.”
“Everything.” I nodded. “Promise. After I tell Cam.”
“David,” Aidan said, stopping close to Chelsea and wrapping his hand around her waist. He tugged her gently to his side, pressed his lips to her head, and turned to me, grinning. “Have a safe flight.”
With my hand on the doorknob, I looked at Aidan over my shoulder. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
I left, closing the door behind me without saying goodbye.
I had been a fool to think I could handle all of this bullshit by myself, and it was time to stop running…and start chasing.
