Chapter 36
Aidan
Did she think it was over? She was wrong.
As the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle, I pulled my bag from under my seat. I’d be out of the airport in minutes, because I had no checked bags. Just what I could carry.
I was wearing jeans and a tee. I hadn’t shaved and I’d left off the expensive watch. This wasn’t a role for me; this was the real Aidan, the runaway kid from Chicago. The woman next to me in the first-class seat had eyed me up and down numerous times, giving me a quiet invitation. The old Aidan would have struck up a conversation with her, given her a fake name, then fucked her anonymously in a hotel somewhere. The new Aidan wasn’t interested at all.
I only wanted one woman, and I’d come here to find her.
When I’d come to Samantha’s apartment, the game had been over.
But now we were playing again. A new version. And this was the game that I played for forever.