Body Check

The Uber ride back to her car was probably the most mortifying experience of Hayden’s life. Somehow, while she’d gotten dressed, ordered the car, murmured a soft goodbye to Brody, she’d managed to rein in her emotions. But the second she slid into the back seat and watched Brody’s beautiful house disappear in the rearview mirror, she’d burst into tears.

Looking stunned, the driver handed her a small packet of tissues then promptly ignored her. Despite the tears fogging her vision, she noticed the man shooting her strange looks in the mirror. Apparently, it wasn’t every day that a brokenhearted woman in tears rode in his back seat.

And brokenhearted was the only word she could come up with to describe how she felt right now. Although she’d told Brody the breakup was for the best, her heart ached so badly it felt like someone had scraped it with a razor blade. All she wanted to do was go back to the penthouse, crawl under the covers and cry.

The driver dropped her at the arena, where she got into her rental car and swiped at her wet eyes, taking a few calming breaths.