Page 116 of Nothing to Tell
She was done with this.With him.With family.With drama.She would not let her life careen out of control again.The wheel was hers and Damon was not close to the kind of man she wanted riding at her side.
“Where are you going?”Damon called.“What are you doing?”
“Moving out,” she exclaimed and got the hell out of there.
Charissa must’ve made an entrance because when she opened the party door, more than a few people were whispering.
She didn’t care.
Honestly, she was done.
At the coat check, she handed the slip to the attendant.She’d travelled in her father’s car, and hadn’t packed a house key.Backing up to peek into the party, she could see her parents, Adara, and Carnell comforting a sobbing Charissa.Yeah, that was a scene to avoid.
“Harper?”
Ah, Donald, where had he come from?Good thing he had, she’d forgotten about him.
“Sorry, something’s come up and I have to go.”
“What’s going on?”
“It’s not important,” she said.“Look, Donnie, you’re a great guy but this was never going to be serious.Go and enjoy the party.”
“Are you sure?”he asked.“We could be good together.”
“I just don’t have the time, and I’ve been more than burned by men this year.I’m taking a break from romance, from all of it.”
“Give me a call when your break’s over,” he said then kissed her cheek before returning to the party.
“Ms.Scott.”
Ah, she went back to the counter and wrapped her shawl around her shoulders.
Now what?
The only one who might be willing and able to bail her out—
“Sweet?”
Right on time.
Striding toward her from the party, he might as well have been on a noble steed.
“Bastian,” she said, the corners of her lips rising.
He frowned.“Is it true?”
“I have no idea what you’ve heard but I’ll go with no.How much money do you have on you?”
“Money?”
“Give me your wallet.”
He handed it over the moment he was within reach.“What happened?What do you need?”
“I don’t have any money on me,” she said, opening his wallet.“Just a lip gloss and a cellphone.”
“It’s an open bar.Why do you need money?”
