Back at the hotel, she powered on her phone.
No missed calls from Finley. Good. Without a second thought, she blocked his number.
Not long after, her mom called.
“Claire, why was your phone off all day? You’re in the Maldives–how long are you staying? Let me know when you’re back, I’ll cook something nice
for you!!
“Sure, Mom. I’ll let you know.”
“Stay safe, and if you need money, just call me.”
“Okay.”
After hanging up, Claire took a long soak in the hot tub, then crashed into the best sleep she’d had in ages.
The next morning, a knock at the door yanked her a
awake.
She opened it to find a staff member holding a massive bouquet–999 red roses.
Claire blinked, “What…is this?”
“A gentleman asked me to deliver these to you,” the staff member said.
Her stomach dropped. She didn’t know anyone here. Who else would send her roses?
Her suspicion was confirmed a second later when Finley stepped into view.
Her expression iced over. Without a word, she grabbed the bouquet, chucked it, and slammed the door in his face.
“Claire!” Finley pounded on the door. “Don’t do this! Please, just let me in!”
Inside, Claire was already stuffing her suitcase. She came here to escape him, and now he was ruining everything.
“I know I messed up! I shouldn’t have ignored you because of Renee. Please, just talk to me!”
She didn’t answer.
So, of course, Finley climbed in through the window.
