Page 57 of Captivated By You
That must have made sense because although reluctantly, he nodded and turned toward the stage. “Door open.”
“Promise.”
In a flash, I zipped through a side door, knowing every eye, including Liam’s, would be riveted to Sophie and the way she so bravely, wobbling chin and teary eyes and all, stood in front of dozens of gossip magazines and recounted the night of her brutal rape.
I didn’t need to stop by the reception desk. Instead, I hurried outside and slid into the airport taxi I’d scheduled earlier after talking to Karen.
“Claudia Townsend?” the man asked, barely sparing me a glance. “Do you have any bags?”
“Nope. Just Me. And yes, I’m her.”
He took off, and at the last moment, I glanced through the back window as we turned around the circular fountain.
No one had followed me. No one was chasing me.
And even though it was what I wanted, I couldn’t help the ache in my chest or the tears that burned in my eyes, wondering if there would ever be, anyone who would do that for me.
