PART 2: A Stranger Let Me Sleep on His Shoulder—Then My Ex-Husband Found Me Before the Plane Even Landed -035

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“He said there had been suspicious activity, so he moved the money temporarily.”

“Where?”

“I still don’t know.”

That seemed to bother him more than the locks.

I noticed because his eyes sharpened.

“You have an attorney?”

“Yes. A family lawyer in Dallas. Celeste Moran.”

“Good.”

“I can’t afford her for long.”

“Still. Don’t make any legal decisions without talking to her.”

I looked at him.

For a billionaire, it was an unexpectedly ordinary piece of advice.

He seemed to read that thought.

“I’m not offering to solve your divorce, Elena.”

Heat rose in my cheeks.

“I didn’t think you were.”

“I know.” His voice softened. “But given who I am, people sometimes assume help comes with control attached. I don’t want you wondering.”

Before I could answer, the plane stopped.

Everyone stood immediately, because apparently humanity had agreed that remaining seated for an additional ninety seconds was unbearable.

Adrian stayed where he was.

So did I.

A flight attendant approached.

“Mr. Prescott?”

Adrian nodded.

“We’re ready for you.”

He turned to me.

“My car can take you wherever you’re going.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“It’s also not a favor you’ll owe me for.”

“I barely know you.”

“True.”

“And you’re apparently being followed by people with camera phones.”

“Also true.”

Despite everything, I almost smiled.

He leaned slightly closer.

“But someone is trying to locate you, and you’re carrying a sleeping child, two bags, and a stroller. At minimum, let me get you safely out of the airport.”

I hesitated.

My old instincts told me to decline.

For years, I had become very good at declining things.

Help.

Concern.

Questions.

Invitations.

Anything that might eventually require an explanation of my marriage.

But there was a difference between independence and isolation.

I was beginning to understand that.

“All right,” I said. “Just out of the airport.”

“Just out of the airport.”

The private exit turned out to be far less glamorous than I expected.

There was no red carpet.

No line of black SUVs surrounded by men wearing sunglasses.

Just a quiet service corridor, a concrete stairwell, and a security employee who looked as if he had skipped lunch.

Two men waited at the bottom.

One was tall and broad-shouldered, probably in his forties, wearing a gray suit without a tie.

The other was younger and carried a tablet.

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  3. As much as I enjoy reading, I'm not a big fan of unfinished stores. Why bother starting something you don't intend to finish. Tired of the games, ads etc.

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  5. I like stories; however I am tired of not having the end of the story. It wastes my time. I have very little time to read. FRUSTRSATING!!!!

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