In reply to her question, all I said was, "Don't ask."
By now, her smile was long gone. "You're not disappointed to see me, are you?"
My shoulders slumped.Great.Now I was ruiningherday, too. "No. Of course not. I'm just in a bad mood." I gave her an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry, okay?"
She smiled back. "You can tell me all about it on the plane." She reached out and squeezed my hand. "You'll feel better in no time, I promise."
Fat chance.
Still, I tried to be a better sport about it, even when I discovered that we'd be takingFlynn'sjet to Romania, further fueling my guilt.How much was this trip costing him, anyway?
It was one thing if Jack wanted to spend a fortune to send me away. But there was no need to get my sister and her fiancé involved.
I considered everything that Anna and Flynn had done for me already – the tuition, the dorm, the little notebook computer, and countless other things along the way.
They all added up. Cripes, even my passport –thathad been paid for by Flynn, too, at his insistence.
It was all so incredibly nice.
So why did I feel so crappy?
But I knew why. It was because I'd been shuffled off with nearly no notice, just like Jack'slastassistant. At the memory of that godawful phone message, I felt my jaw clench and my fists tighten.
She'd been crying.
Today I'd been crying, too. Oh sure, I hadn't cried in front of him. But I'd cried plenty in the limo as it carried me to the airport.
The similarities between my situation and hers were impossible to ignore. And almost before I knew it, I'd already asked my sister to wait while I made a private phone call to you-know-who.
Even if he didn't answer, he was going to get an earful, andnotlater on from Romania.
Instead, he'd be hearing from me now.
Chapter 68
Becka
When Jack answered the call, I was actually kind of surprised. After the events of this morning, I'd been nearly certain that he'd simply avoid talking to me at all.
He was, after all, annoyingly good at that.
And now, I almost didn't know what to say. Stupidly, I murmured, "I thought I'd get your voicemail."
"Well you didn't," he said. "How's Romania?"
I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion. He couldn’t be serious. I'd left the hotel only forty minutes ago. "Was that a joke?"
"Judging from your tone," he said, "I'm guessing not."
Tears pricked at my eyes. Even though he was being a total ass, it felt embarrassingly good to hear his voice. Still, Ihadcalled for a reason. "I've got a question."
"You?" He sounded almost amused. "No kidding?"
I wasn't in the mood to be teased. "It's about your last assistant."
"What about her?"
"There's something I need to know." Bracing myself, I asked, "Were you two sleeping together?"
