“Oh, it’s a surprise. But you’ll like it, I promise.”
So why did I feel as though I definitely wouldn’t like it?
“Nope,” I said the minute we pulled up outside the office building.
“Yes, Rachel. You may as well get it over and done with.”
I was livid. Actually fucking livid.
Dante clearly had no concept of what aquickdrive meant. To normal people, it meant local. Fifteen minutes, tops. Not crossing a bloody country.
I mean, fuckingScotland,for fuck’s sake!
“I swear to God, if you don’t drive me back—”
“The kids are fine, Rachel. Heather is going to pick Bee up from school, and then Vienna is going to drive them up here. They’re probably already on their way. We’ll make a weekend of it.”
“No.”
“What choice do you have? We’re already here. Do you really want to drive back?”
“I didn’t want to drive here in the first place!” I all but barked at him. “If it hadn’t been for the fact that you were driving like an absolute fucking maniac, I’d have jumped off the bike at the first opportunity. Exactly how many red lights did you run to prevent me from getting off?”
“One or two,” he shrugged. “Look, you need to explain to your boss at some point why you’re not returning. May as wellbe now. And then we can have a lovely evening with the kids. Unless there’s a reason you don’t want me to be here whilst you quit?”
His question seemed innocent enough, but I knew him better.
He knew. He knew all about me and John, and he was going to make this as awkward as possible.
“I have no issue with you being here, but you’re not coming into the office whilst I quit.”
“There’s not really much you can do to stop me,” he smirked at me.
“How did you even know where I worked, anyway?”
He simply winked in response and went towards the main entrance.
“Dante!” I hissed, racing to catch up with him. “It’s almost seven at night. My boss probably isn’t even there!”
“He is,” he said simply.
“And you know that for a fact, do you?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Because I used your phone to text him and asked him to wait behind this evening.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was. Dante had no concept of the word “boundaries”. He firmly believed what was mine was his. Shame that didn’t extend to being what was his was also mine.
“Stop setting your password as your date of birth and I wouldn’t be able to get into your phone.”
“You’d only get Hacksaw to hack his way into it,” I muttered, yanking open the door with far more force than was necessary.
“May as well just remove the lock screen completely then, eh?”
I just narrowed my eyes at him. “Let’s get this over and done with, shall we?”
