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She tilts her head—a silent question.
I nod.
A smile softens her face before she whispers something to Dad. Then the two of them walk away hand in hand like the world isn’t actively exploding behind them.
“Ready to get out of this hellhole, boss?” Miles asks, his eyes burning with equal parts fury and promise.
A huge grin spreads across my face for the first time all day.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Miles closes the distance between us in two long strides.
Before I can even gasp, he hooks an arm behind my legs and throws me over his shoulder like he’s hauling me out of a burning building.
The murmurs around us grow louder as he carries me out of the country club, one possessive hand firmly planted on my ass.
“This is the most inconvenient dress ever made,” he grumbles, half annoyed, half amused. “I can’t see where the hell I’m going.”
I have absolutely no idea where we’re headed.
But as long as I’m with him, I know I’ll be okay.
Chapter 30
Miles
After practically shoving Penny into my truck—along with that gigantic dress I’m two seconds from burning in a fucking bonfire—I jog around to the driver’s side and climb in.
I pull out of the club lot with no real destination in mind.
All I know is that I have to put as much distance as possible betweenus and that place.
As the adrenaline slowly starts wearing off, I force myself to take a few breaths. My hand loosens on the steering wheel. My heartbeat finally begins to settle.
Then I hear Penny sniffle beside me.
Without even thinking, I reach for the box of tissues sitting in the console and hand her one.
“Thank you,” she whispers right before a sob slips out.
I nod tightly, keeping my eyes on the road.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Miles,” she says, and then the crying really starts.
The ugly kind. The kind that steals your breath and leaves your whole body shaking.
Every single one feels like a fist closing around my heart.
But I have no clue what to say, so I stay quiet.
Eventually, signs for the highway start appearing overhead.
“Where do you want to go?” I ask finally.
“A place where no one knows us so we can talk.” She tries wiping her face with the tissue I gave her earlier, but it’s completely wet.
I hand her the entire box.
