Page 114 of Stolen By the Billionaire
“You did a different thing. Maybe neither choice was wrong.”
She stared out of the windscreen and frowned. “Maybe they lied to me my whole life.”
“Maybe,” he allowed.
“Maybe my whole life is a lie.”
“Not necessarily.”
“And so was Logan’s, and that’s why he left, because he’s smarter than me.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“What would you say, then?” She didn’t sound snippy. If anything, the downward-drifting cadences of her tone suggested wistfulness.
She wanted to be told what to do, but a good commander knows when not to do the work for a subordinate. “I’d say you need to talk to Logan and make up your own mind.”
Blaze drove away from the setting sun and into the night.
Streetlights were few and far between in the Ohio countryside.
He picked up food and coffee at gas stations while she stayed locked in the car.
Sarah was subdued the whole time, nodding when he said something, obviously thinking.
Reframing your whole life was hard. She needed time.
The glowing numbers in the screen's corner lengthened and flipped over to zeros as midnight passed.
The dark road turned fuzzy.
Sarah grabbed his arm. “Hey!”
Blaze shook his head. “Yeah, what?”
“You were nodding off,” she said, her voice rising. “The car was drifting into the other lane.”
Ridiculous. “I’m fine.”
“Blaze, you aren’t fine. I can drive.”
That was not an option.
And they weren’t anywhere near Manhattan yet. They weren’t even close.
He said, “I can find a rest stop to nap.”
He could lock them both in the car and set the alarm. If she tried to escape, the alarm would alert him.
That was an odd way of thinking about it.
Maybe he had kidnapped her.
But it was for a good reason, and he was not diving into that whirlpool of vocabulary again.
“We’re coming into a city, it looks like,” Sarah said, pointing at the glittering galaxy spreading around the road in the countryside darkness ahead. “We could find a hotel for the night, right?”
Blaze glanced at the GPS. “Ah, yes. The sophisticated metropolis of Cleveland.”
