CHAPTER 31
JED DIDN’T TRY to talk to me again on the flight, which left me in no doubt where I stood. On my own.
I wasn’t entirely stupid—of course I’d realised he was a player, and if he’d been playing with anyone but her, I could have dealt with it. But…ugh! Little things began to make sense, like the way he defended her after that poor man got shot fleeing on his horse.
And Jed didn’t seem to care about our split, though granted, what we’d had could barely be called a relationship in the first place. Each time I snuck a glance at him in his seat at the other end of the airplane, he was either asleep or chatting to some of the other men on board. He did get up at one point, and my heart sped up as he walked towards me, but he stopped halfway up the hold to pee in a tube. Guess Moustac
