chapter 90

My heart stopped. Standing by the door, fists clenched, I was about to step forward, but I froze, catching my breath. "No!" I whispered under my breath, pulling my hands to my chest, willing myself not to give in. Without a second thought, I turned and rushed back to my room. I could feel the pull, the magnetic force that drew me toward him, and I knew if I stayed even one second longer, I would fall back into Ethan’s arms. I couldn’t risk it.

As soon as I reached my room, I threw my things into a suitcase and bolted for the airport. I had to leave. I had to get out of this country before I did something I couldn’t take back. I caught the next flight to New York, calling Jason on the way to offer a fake apology, spinning a story about a last-minute client meeting I had to attend. But when I called Jennifer, I told her the truth—about me and Ethan, about everything.

Once I was back in New York, I did everything I could to avoid Ethan. His calls, his messages, any places I knew he might