“I was going on my honeymoon with my best friend.”
He scoffs. “That’s so pathetic.”
I swing my head toward him to glare at him. “No, it’s not.”
“No? This is how it would have gone. You’d arrive at a fancy hotel room overlooking the crystal blue water. Rose petals are spread over your bed. A bubble bath is waiting with more rosepetals floating on top of the water with a bottle of Dom Perignon chilling in an ice bucket next to it. A beautiful welcome basket filled with chocolates and strawberries addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Ellis is displayed on a table for you to enjoy. All that romantic stuff will smack you in the face, reminding you of getting cheated on, and you’ll spend the entire vacation crying into your pillow while your best friend hand-feeds you the complimentary chocolate.” He shakes his head. “Like I said, pathetic.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Oh? What would you have done?”
“Never gotten engaged,” he says like it’s a no-brainer.
If I knew what a lying, cheating, scumbag Darren was, I never would have said yes to his proposal.
“Instead of taking your best friend, you should have traveled alone, found your rebound guy at a bar, and taken him back to your room to fuck the asshole fiancé out of your system. And to top it off, I’d make sure he found out about it.”
I cough out a shocked laugh. “You’re not serious.”
“Totally.”
“Well, I don’t work that way.”
He glances at me with a cocked eyebrow. “Really? Because I thought getting revenge was your thing.”
A guilty shiver trickles down my spine. Of course he’d think that; I’ve given him every reason to. But I’ll never forget the humiliation he put me through that caused me to strike out the way I did.
I don’t want to poke at old wounds, so I don’t reply to his comment. Instead, as I notice we’ve left the city, I ask, “Where are we going?”
“Someplace no one will find you. Isn’t that what you want?” he says with an ominous tone.
“Are you taking me someplace where no one will find my body?” I joke to lighten the mood.
“There’s too much evidence showing I’m the last person you’ve been seen with. I’d be the number one suspect. Don’t worry. You’re safe.”
“If you’re not burying me in a shallow grave, where are you taking me?”
“I have a cabin in the woods a few hours away from the city.”
“A cabin in the woods! Are you sure you’re not going to kill me?”
“The thought crossed my mind,” he grumbles under his breath, but not low enough for me not to hear. Letting go of the steering wheel for a second, he says, “Do these hands look like the hands of a killer?”
They are large and strong and look like they could easily wrap around my throat. “I don’t want you going out of your way. If you could just drop me off at the nearest hotel, that would be great.” And I’ll hope no one finds me there.
“I’m on my way there anyway.”
“You’re going to the cabin too?”
He frowns. “Would I drive for hours just to take you there?”
“Are you staying the night?”
His frown deepens. “I’m planning to stay a few days.”
I nibble my bottom lip. “I can’t stay there with you.” How can I spend days alone with Lucas when we hate each other? This car ride is uncomfortable enough. We’d probably kill one another.
“Didn’t you want to go someplace where no one will find you?”
“I do.” More than anything.