CHAPTER 39
ON MONDAY MORNING, I rolled over and groaned as my head pounded with a force that would make a Jedi weep. I wanted to believe the events of yesterday had just been a horrible dream, but when I saw my little case parked on the other side of the bed, I knew they weren’t.
And to cap it all, Oliver hadn’t stayed with me last night. No, we were back to separate rooms again.
We’d flown back from Georgia, on Emmy’s private jet, no less. On any other day that would have held me in awe, but yesterday, I barely had the energy to raise an eyebrow. The argument with Mom and Chester had left me drained. Oliver simply held me, my cheek resting on his chest as his heartbeat soothed my troubled mind.
He’d left his Porsche at the airport, hastily parked near one of the hangars, and he helped
