Chapter Twenty
Weston
I should have found another ride to the airport for Alicia the moment Viola saw us.
Although her anger is justified, I don’t want her running off again, ending up back on the streets thanks to me. Staying at her side, making certain she heard the truth straight from me instead of being alone and potentially spending the entire time assuming the worst.
Passing by the park where Viola’s spent too many nights sleeping on a bench, I call Shayne to help me out.
He answers with a yawn, clearly sleeping until the phone rang. “What’s up, boss?”
“I need a favor.” Not waiting for him to respond, I launch into what I need him to do. “Alicia referred to herself as my fiancée when Viola saw us together, and now she’s ticked.”
“Damn. What a nutcase. Tell me you got rid of he
