Chapter 42
MAVERICK
I couldn’t take it any longer, knowing I’d hurt Bridget. That my baby thought another man let her down. That I had. If she wasn’t going to answer my calls or emails, I’d go to her. Tell her the truth in person.
I felt like complete dog shit, and I’d seen a bunch of it lately. What kind of man was I hurting his girl like I was. Yes, I could wait until the news and the truth spread, but I wanted her to know from the start. I’d tried. And tried. But not hard enough.
She might hate me, but I had to make it right. I had to try.
I called Bradley. “Did you get that investigator on the professor at MIT? You got his name, right?”
“Yes. You said Bridget’s friend mentioned the name Diego. He’s on the faculty list. Math department. The investigator is digging in and will get back to me when he’s got something.”
Since Bridget wasn’t going to get retribution for what happened to her at college, I was. There was no way I was going to sit back and let that fucker get away with what he did to my girl. I had the means and the motivation–Bridget’s smile and confidence back–to make it happen.
No matter what happened between us, if she never wanted to see me again, I’d see this problem taken care of.
“Good. I need the plane. I’m going back to Hunter Valley.”
“I’m sorry, but the plane’s not available.”
I wanted to throw my phone at the wall. Why was everything so fucking difficult? “What do you mean it’s not available? It’s my plane!”
“Your brother is using it.”
“Brother.” That didn’t narrow it down.
“Dex.”
He made over ten million a year playing hockey. He could get his own fucking plane.
“I can’t get to Montana? I need to get there.”
“I can put you on a commercial flight, but you’ll have to fly to Bozeman and drive from there.”
That would take hours and I had to show my face at the wedding. At least long enough for Farrah’s father to believe it was still a go. Longer than it would take for the truth about the wedding to come out in the tabloids. It would, and fast. Bridget would learn the truth, but alone.
I had to tell her. I had to hug her. I had to know I had a chance.
I gritted my teeth, tried to calm my raging heart. “Put on your to-do list this week to buy a plane.”
“Sir?”
“Buy me a fucking plane that I don’t have to share with my brothers.”
I hung up, then did everything I could not to lose my shit.