Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Tell me. I’m down for anything.”
“I was thinking we could go to Bath.”
“The city? Isn’t it, like…”
“Two and a half hours by train. We could visit the Roman Baths, and they have the best tea and scones, and there’s this cute coffee shop—”
“Hey,” I say, holding her chin so she’ll look at me. “If you want to get out of here, that’s all you have to say.”
“Thank you.” She releases a sigh of relief. “Phoebe’s checking in today, which means…”
“Which means we’re going to Bath. Give me ten minutes to pack an overnight bag, and I’ll meet you back down here.”
“Wait, an overnight bag?”
“If we’re doing Bath, then we gotta do it right. And that can’t be done in a day trip. Don’t worry. We’ll be back in time for your rehearsal and dinner tomorrow night.”
I shoot her a playful wink, and she smiles—a real fucking smile. And I vow to do everything in my power to make sure that’s the only smile she sports while we hang out.
“Okay,” she says with a glimmer of happiness in her eyes. “I’ll meet you back down here.”
After I pack a bag, I text my assistant to let him know I’m leaving and ask him to book us a room in the best part of Bath with two bedrooms and bathrooms. He also books us tickets to see the Roman Baths and makes a reservation for us at the best teahouse since Paige mentioned having tea.
Since I have no desire to ride on a train, I also have him charter us a private plane. It’ll only take about twenty-five minutes to get there.
“Umm, where are we going?” Paige asks when we step outside since we’re getting in my car instead of heading to the train station.
A burst of cold air hits us, and her hair whips around her face. She tightens her hold around her coat, and I open the door to the car I requested to take us to the airport.
“Bath.”
She glances at me suspiciously, but doesn’t comment on anything else.
The ride to the private airport is quick, and when Paige realizes where we are, she shoots me a quizzical look.
“Mr. B—” the pilot greeting us at the plane begins, but before he can say my last name, I cut him off.
“Please call me Nate. And this is Paige.”
“Welcome aboard. I’m Ron Poole, your pilot today. It will be a quick twenty-four-minute flight to Bath.”
“We’re flying to Bath?” Paige gasps.
“Quicker than the two-hour-plus train ride.”
“And a helluva lot more expensive.”
“Don’t worry about that,” I tell her as we climb the steps onto the plane.
It’s on the smaller side, so there are only four passenger seats. We have a seat across from each other, and the flight attendant comes over and asks if we’d like a drink.
“Can I have a hot coffee, please?” Paige asks.
“Of course,” the flight attendant says. “And you, sir?”
“I’ll have the same.”
The flight is, as the pilot said, quick, and once we arrive in Bath, we get into the car I have waiting for us. So that we don’t have to bring our luggage with us, Nolan was able to get us an early check-in. The hotel is in the center of Bath in a small courtyard area, surrounded by a quaint bookstore, a tea shop, and a few other shops.
When the car stops, Paige gets out and glances around, and then her eyes meet mine. “We’re staying here?” she asks, pointing to the building behind her.
I nod, and she throws her arms around my neck.
“Thank you, Nate. I know you couldn’t have possibly known, but this is the same area where my mom and I used to stay when we came here.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I murmur, kissing the crown of her head.
My time with Paige might be limited, but I’ll do whatever I can to make sure it’s memorable.
chapter seven
PAIGE
When I mentioned wanting to flee to Bath, I was shocked when Nate not only agreed, but somehow, during the ten minutes it took him to pack a bag, he also made travel plans—including chartering a private plane!—booked an adorable hotel in the heart of Bath, got us tickets to see the Roman Baths, and made reservations to the best scone and teahouse in the area.
I don’t know what Nate does for a living, but I have no doubt that this is why he’s successful. When he sets out to do something, he doesn’t do it half-assed.
While Nate checks us in, I text Marina back to let her know that it’s fine and I can sit wherever she’d like. She’s been looking forward to this day for the past year, and I’m not going to be the reason she has unnecessary stress. But I’ve already decided that once I leave London, I’m cutting all ties with them. It’s time I put myself and my feelings first.