48. Chapter 48
Three million dollars.
He didn’t care about Graham’s half just then.
It was his own millions that sent Jase into a panic down the stairs, through the first-floor hallway to the lobby.
He scanned the room for her long hair and small frame. What was she wearing today? He hadn’t seen her fully clothed—
Jase pushed the naked memory away from his eyes, which snagged on the flowing sundress climbing on the shuttle outside the front doors.
Those goddamn dresses, one in every color.
By the time he reached the automatic doors, the shuttle was pulling away and no one heard him yelling or saw him waving his arms behind it.
It disappeared down the block, and Jase ran back into the lobby, up to the front desk.
“When’s the next shuttle?” he begged the woman standing behind it. “I need to get to the bus station.”
“A shuttle comes around every twenty minutes or so,” she said. “If it’s the bus station you want, you can walk. It’s only three or four blocks away.”
“Which way?” She pointed and he pushed off from the counter, calling over his shoulder, “Thank you!”
Three or four blocks. He could catch her. Unless she jumped on a bus the second she got to the station—something he just couldn’t think about—he still had time to stop her.
Jase sprinted down the sidewalk in the prickling heat of another Texas morning. Why were his legs so heavy and sore?
Oh. Yeah.
The memory of her body in his hands propelled him forward, faster.
Two blocks. It was funny; usually Jase was the one making a clean getaway after a one-night stand. Even though he literally left her a note telling her not to leave, she made a point of not seeing him this morning. It was a page from his own book he could’ve respected if it wasn’t so inconvenient.
Like if his inheritance wasn’t at stake.