I couldn’t believe it either. He was being a dick, but he had a right to be.
“So where did you go? No one knew where you skipped out to, not even Adeline or Rosie.”
I squirmed on the train platform’s plastic seat. “Out of town. It seemed to be for the best.”
“On that we can agree. I’m heading to St. Bart’s today, on my honeymoon.”
“You’ll have your family. That’ll be good for you.”
He made a scoffing noise, but it wasn’t loud enough to mask something else. A woman’s voice in the background. “Baby, it’s soooo early! Come back to bed.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but wow.
“That was fast.”
“You’re going to criticize my choices on our wedding day, Summer?”
“No. I can’t do that.” I tried for a calming breath. “I’m on my way back to the city. I can come by when you’ve left for St. Bart’s.”
“For what?”
“To pick up my stuff.”
“No chance. Security has strict instructions not to let you in. I’ll be back in two weeks, at which point I’ll let you know when I’m ready to speak to you or allow you to come by. Until then, think about every stupid fucking decision you’ve ever made.”
He clicked off.
I stared at the phone, not quite believing what just happened. Another woman in our bed. Locked out of our apartment. My credit cards, keys, laptop were all back there. My gaze fell on an ATM in the train station waiting room, one of those no-brand ones that charged a shit-ton in fees. I had never been so grateful that I’d resisted joining my finances with Dash. He had told me what’s mine is yours, babe, but deep down, I knew that was a fallacy. I might need to run.
I’d done it before.
On shaky legs, I approached the machine, inserted my card, and selected the option for a one hundred dollar withdrawal. A message flashed on the screen in a weird dingbats-like script. I waited, but nothing happened. I pressed every button available. Nada.
The damn machine had eaten my card!
Was it possible that—? No. Dash’s family was incredibly wealthy, but not even they had the power to control an ATM in a tiny town, miles from Chicago. I hoped.
Shaking, I opened up the bank app on my phone. My login worked—thank God! My balance was lower than I would have liked, but at least it was mine. I had access to money, but I would need a replacement card.
I mentally scrolled through my options. Unfortunately, all of them were Rebels-related. For the last five years, my world had revolved around Dash and the team. Rosie and Adeline might help, but how could I face them after what I had done? I needed to get to the condo, work my magic on Victor, our doorman, and pick up the essentials.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
I looked up and met the startling green, you-are-so-fucked gaze of Hatch Kershaw.
Chapter Ten
Hatch
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She had snuck away before the sun came up. Getting to be a habit with this girl.
I knew the train left a few minutes before seven, and that it was often late. I arrived at the top of the hour to find Summer in the waiting room, looking at her ticket.
She peered up, baffled. “Why are you here?”
“You left.” Without saying goodbye. Not that she owed me that, not after how I’d behaved last night. “I could have given you a ride.”
