Thorne Princess(117)

“The lasagna and casserole are in the other two ovens,” she sing-songed.

“Yeah, Roger that.”

“So…” Her eyes were on me the entire time. I grabbed the kitchen towels and started setting the table with food. “I think I know what’ll make you feel better.”

“Doubt it,” I grumbled, setting the roast down onto the table. “You’d have to shut up and leave me be, and I’ve a feeling I’m not that lucky.”

“I have someone to set you up with,” she said.

“No, thanks.”

“She’s brilliant!” Lisa exclaimed. “Funny, smart, beautiful…”

She’s not Hallie, I finished for her in my head. It was impossible to move on.

“I’m not in the market for that,” I snarled, returning to grab the lasagna and casserole.

“Why, is there someone else you’re interested in?” she cooed.

“No,” I hissed.

Lisa dangled her legs over the counter, hands tucked under her ass. She was glowing, and I hated it. “I think there is.”

“Dinner’s served,” I ignored her. “Call the parasites you refer to as family.”

“Just go to L.A., Ransom. If you love her so much. It’s obvious that you do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I jammed the carving fork and knife into the roast, carving it like it was the face of someone I hated.

“This isn’t something you’re going to get over.” She hopped off the counter, making her way to me. “You’ve obviously never been in love before.”

She touched my shoulder. I jerked away on contact, turning to growl in her face. “I’m not in love with anyone, and even if I was—which I’m not—she doesn’t want to see me. She made it abundantly clear. I’m an asshole, and a bastard, but I’m not so selfish as to shit all over her valid request. Happy now?”

By the size of Lisa’s eyes—two fat moons glowing back at me—I knew I looked like I needed to calm the fuck down. And if that wasn’t a telltale sign, then the fact that Tom appeared in my periphery, his stance inviting trouble, was.

“Immensely!” Lisa flung her arms over my shoulders in a hug. I froze, still holding the knife and carving fork. What the fuck was happening? I wanted it to un-happen. I didn’t want to be touched by anyone. Well, not anyone. But not her. “Finally, you feel something, Ransom. This is huge.”

“This is stupid.” I pulled back, face thundering. “Nothing about this is okay. I have a weird obsession with a woman I used to work for. A woman who is eight years my junior.”

“You’re in love.”

“This isn’t what love looks like,” I spat out.

“It’s exactly what love looks like,” Tom interjected from his spot by the table. “Go to Los Angeles, you prick.”

“She doesn’t want to see me.”

“She said that seven months ago,” Tom pointed out.

“She also doesn’t have the memory of a goldfish,” I countered. “She meant it then. She means it now.”

“Ransom—go!” Now it was Lisa’s turn.

“I don’t want to bother her.”

“You won’t be,” Tom assured me.

“How do you—”

“Oh, for God’s sake!” Lisa threw her hands in the air. “Because I talk to her, okay? I talk to her on the phone about twice a month, and she is still crazy about you. She hates you for what you did, for how you treated her, for a lot of things, but she is still very much into you. So, for the love of God, please, please, Ransom, just go to Los Angeles and man-up. The ship’s sailed. You’re never going to be able to un-feel again. Not once you’ve gained feelings. They won’t go away. Now that you know what it’s like to feel—make sure you both feel good.”





She was going to strangle me.

First and foremost, for grabbing a private plane from Chicago to Los Angeles.

A billionaire client had owed me a favor and he agreed to lend me the plane if I paid for the pilot and fuel.

Second, because I was showing up at her doorstep.

While it was entirely possible that Hallie still thought about me occasionally like Lisa said—she was a sentimental creature—she also nearly pushed me off a fucking cliff the last time we saw each other.

But at the end of the day, Lisa was right. I had to at least try to plead my case.

There was only one tiny problem—I had no goddamn idea where she lived these days, and very little time to conduct my research. I boarded the plane just two hours after my conversation with Lisa and Tom.

My first call was to Keller. He seemed to be her good friend, and I still had his contact from when I worked for her.

“Hola?” he chirped into the phone.

I sat back on the plush white recliner on the plane. “Keller, it’s Ransom.”

There was a pause before he said, “The fuck?”

“Hallie’s former bodyguard.”

“I know who you are. My memory is impeccable. Do you know how much gingko I consume? The levels of flavonoids and terpendois in my body are insane.”

Was he even speaking in English?