"Pardon?"
"Please." He laughed. "You really think you're enough to keep a man like Jace Brevik occupied? He'd cheat on you within the first year of marriage."
Grandma was going to have to bail me out of prison.
I reared back to slap him, when someone grabbed my hand and jerked me against his chest then twisted me around. A hot mouth met mine with force and urgency; he tasted like rum. Jace.
What? Here?
Jace released me and turned. "You rotting bastard. I should kill you."
And then I heard a yelp.
Jace released me just as Jake landed a blow to Brett's face, sending him sailing to the floor.
"Thanks." Jace held out his hand to Jake. "Nice hit."
"Yeah, well," Jake shrugged, "not the first airport fight I've gotten into."
"Titus men." Another voice chimed in.
"Char?"
My sister waved and gave me a sad smile that just screamed guilt.
"Where are you going?" Jace asked calmly. "I want to give you a reason to stay. I need you to stay." He cupped my face in his hands. "Stay for me."
"That's a good reason." I nodded, tears pooling in my eyes.
"Listen," he licked his lips, "I have something to tell you, something to explain. I'm not really sure I understand it myself, but I think it will help. Full honesty, full disclosure on my part. Don't leave."
"Jace, I can't—"
"Who's not worth the risk now?"
Maybe he was right. Maybe in the end I was running because I was scared.
It happened too fast. The photographers, the lights, the cameras going off. I blinked, and then we were surrounded. I looked like hell, and Jace looked so stunned his mouth opened and closed three times before he could form words.
"Mr. Senator? Is this the woman you've been hiding from us?"
"Mr. Senator, is she a prostitute? Or truly a family friend?
"Mr. Senator, was this a planned destination wedding, or are you just joining in a publicity stunt to help with your approval ratings?"
Question after question was fired at him.
I waited for him to defend me, for him to explain to them exactly what had happened with Grandma, not that they'd believe it.
Instead he looked directly at me and said in a sad voice, "She's an old family friend. No wedding, no prostitutes, just the happy coincidence of being on the same vacation. Isn't that right, Beth?"
His eyes pleaded with mine, while tears clouded my vision so much that I couldn't see straight. I gave a pathetic nod and turned away, knowing this time he wouldn't come after me, and I wouldn't turn back.
He'd been given a third opportunity in a day to make his choice.
And for the third time, he'd failed to choose me.
Chapter Thirty-three