A couple of minutes after I hang up the call, I see an Aston Martin pulling into the hotel’s driveway at a crazy speed. It sounds a lot like it’s heading in my direction. I quickly step aside, not wanting to add ‘hit by a car’ to my list of today’s problems.
That is until I see Luke flying out. He doesn’t even bother to turn off the car before he’s out of the door, his face hard.
“Julie,” he says, “what happened? Did that son of a b***h kick you out?”
I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. The words feel caged somewhere deep inside me. How do I explain the mess I’m in? How Ryan has stripped me bare of everything, left me stranded, powerless… humiliated. I try again, but all that comes out is a shaky breath.
Luke’s eyes narrow. He’s watching me carefully, taking one slow, mea
