Chapter 73
Anna
I followed Jack out the front door, where both of us stopped short at the sight of a limo smashed up against the front gate. The limo's front end was crumpled, but the gate had apparently held.
Still, the scenedidn'tlook good.
I thought of Randy, the limo driver from Felicity's last visit.Was he driving her again? If so, was he okay?I bit my lip.Was anyone hurt?
And why was Flynn standing so close to the driver's side door?On instinct, I plunged forward only to stop yet again when a hand on my elbow yanked me back.
I whirled to look, and of course it was Jack, who said, "Stay here."
Damn it. Just like Flynn.
Except this time, Ihadn'tbeen walking into traffic. I'd been looking to make sure everyone was okay.
I gave my elbow a hard yank. "Forget it."
Under his breath, he muttered, "Shit." But to his credit, he finally let go. A split second later, I was dashing toward the crash with Jack striding along beside me.
I'd made it only halfway there when the driver's side door opened, and –What the hell?– Felicity Saint Cloud tumbled out of the driver's seat and straight into Flynn's arms.
She sobbed against his chest, choking out words that I couldn’t make out. She looked surprisingly fine, all things considered.
I saw no sign of Randy, or any other driver for that matter.
I was still standing there gaping like an idiot when several pairs of headlights appeared in the distance, barreling closer with every passing second. Way too soon, three vehicles – two vans and a compact car – skidded to a stop near the crash.
I sucked in a horrified breath. Emblazoned across the vans were the giant logos of two local news channels. As for the compact car, it was plain, but still offered little comfort as a burly guy with a video camera jumped out of the driver's seat and immediately began filming.
Crews from the vans quickly followed suit. There was even a reporter with a microphone, along with an older guy snapping photos of the whole sordid scene.
Where on Earth had he come from?
In all the commotion, I had no idea.
If Flynn noticed the new arrivals, he gave no sign. But of course, hehadto notice. After all, the spectacle would've been pretty hard to miss. Even now, all of the cameras were trained on the world-famous couple, still locked in a messy embrace within sight of Flynn's gated mansion.
Ifthiswasn't a perfect scene for the tabloids, I didn't know what was.
And now, I didn't know what to do. I gave Jack a sideways glance.
Under his breath, he said, "Jesus."
Yeah. No kidding.
Beside the crash, Felicity wrenched herself away from Flynn and wailed, "Howcouldyou?"
Flynn's only reply was a cold, silent stare, even when Felicity resumed her sobbing.
Between the headlights and the lights from the various cameras, I could see both of them as clear as day. By some miracle, Felicity still looked absolutely gorgeous.
Talk about unfair.
WhenIsobbed my heart out, I looked red and splotchy. Butshedidn't look redorsplotchy. She looked tragically beautiful, just like she did in the movies.
Come to think of it, except for her clothing, she looked exactly like she had inSwordplaywhen Flynn's character had executed her father.
