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“Shit, shit, shit!” I search through my nightstand, almost panicking when I can’t find my passport. “Oh.” I drop to my hands and knees, reaching under my bed to pull out an old shoebox. “There you are.” I locate it under my birth certificate, completely forgetting I had put it in this box when I moved. I’m about to put the lid back on when my eye catches the corner of a small maroon box sticking out from beneath a stack of photos. I know what the box is; it’s my engagement ring. I’m tempted to pull it out and put it on, something I found myself doing almost weekly after Carson died. I would wrap myself in one of his sweatshirts and sob on the floor for hours until my body couldn’t shed another tear.
“Now isn’t the time,” I say to myself as I close the lid, sliding the box back under my bed. By the time I’m finished packing in a flurry, it’s well after two and according to Weston’s text, his plane will be departing at eight sharp. I set my alarm, triple-checking it before falling into bed.
Chapter 10
Weston
I check my watch for the fifth time, reaching into my pocket for my phone to check it as well. No missed texts or calls. Our flight leaves in less than thirty minutes.
Fuck! I shouldn’t have said what I said to her. I shouldn’t have kissed her, but I couldn’t deny myself any longer. I’m not surprised she isn’t coming; I probably scared her.
“Something bothering you, son?” My father doesn’t look up from his newspaper.
“No,” I lie.
“Your mother mentioned a young lady coming along to attend to Daisy?” This time he pulls the paper down, his eyes peering over the top of his reading glasses like he used to do when I was in trouble as a teenager.
“Possibly, yes. Daisy’s schoolteacher actually.”
“And what happened to the nanny?”
I don’t like his insinuating tone. My father and I get along, but that’s about it. I certainly don’t take any sort of fatherly or relationship advice from the man. I try to keep it strictly business.
“She quit. She wasn’t long term anyway; she graduated college and moved out of state with her girlfriend.”
“You know, I dated a woman once who had a girlfriend.”
“Yes, Dad, I remember. She also was my nanny. And then you dated the one after as well. Unlike you, I don’t hire nannies as forms of entertainment or flavors of the month.”
His insidious smile falters. “You don’t have to be so vulgar, Weston. When will you stop throwing my past in my face? Your mother has forgiven me.” He flicks the paper back up with a harrumph.
Womanizer doesn’t hardly begin to describe my father. He has a long history of more than reprehensible behavior toward my mother, my nannies, his secretaries, flight attendants, and so on. It’s more than embarrassing and a reputation I made sure not to perpetuate. He thinks that since he’s managed to keep his dick in his pants for the last five years, he deserves to be absolved from everything.
“Darling, is she coming or not?” my mother asks in a hushed tone, making sure Daisy isn’t in earshot.
I look at my watch again—two minutes till the doors close. Technically, we could leave now since the crew and pilot are here but I’m too hopeful to leave early.
“I guess not.” Then I pause, tilting my head. “Did you hear something?”
“No, dear,” my mother says.
I walk down the aisle, sticking my head out the door when I see Daphne, tumbling out of a car, struggling with her bags. “I’m here! I’m here!” she shouts and I can’t keep from laughing. I walk down the stairs, reaching for her bags to give to the cargo manager.
“Imagine that. You waiting till the last minute to catch a flight.”
“Doesn’t sound like me.” She places one hand on her hip, the other shielding her eyes from the morning sun as she looks up at me. She has a smirk on her face, one that’s making me want to pull her to me and kiss her feverishly.
“You came,” I say, stepping an inch closer to her.
“I came,” she says softly.
“Darling”—my mother pokes her head out of the doorway—“the pilot says we are ready to go. Oh, hello dear!” She waves at Daphne.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” She smiles and it’s genuine.
“Well, let’s go surprise Daisy.” I usher her toward the plane, trying not to stare directly at her plump ass that’s eye level in front of me, the thin material of her pants doing nothing to constrict the movement. I already gave myself a stern talking to about expectations and behavior on this vacation. This is not my chance to devour her, defile her, fuck her senselessly.
