He smacked his gum, moving it from one side of his mouth to the other. “You can use the app if you need.”
Oh. Right. I had to pay.
I reached for my purse, swallowing panic when I realized my wallet wasn’t inside.
He took my wallet.
Of course, he took my wallet. Just like Grey had taken my phone. I could have screamed, and I would have if it wouldn’t have made me look crazy.
The key to appearing brave was to maintain your composure at all times. Years of practice had made me an expert at this. No one ever knew when I was nervous or sad or embarrassed.Or afraid.Chandler Carmichael was the only person who had ever seen beyond the performance.
I cleared my throat and smiled. “I was in such a hurry that I forgot my wallet.”
He narrowed his eyes. “How did you plan on getting on a plane without an ID?”
Well, you see, sir, I’ve been kidnapped, and the kidnappers stole my wallet.
“My father is the King of Ayelswick. We can give you anything you need. I just need to get in touch with him. If you’ll just let me use your phone—”
The driver cut me off by opening his door, then slamming it in my face. I watched, astounded, as he rushed inside the massive building. Through the large panes of glass, I watched as he weaved around groups of people before stopping to talk to a policeman. I had no idea what he was saying, but my gut instinct was that it wasn’t in my favor. Then he pointed at me, and they both started walking toward the car. Everyone around us was staring at this point.
I kept a straight face even though my heart was clawing its way out of my chest.
Okay, Anniston. Relax. This is good. Just tell the policeman the truth. He can help. That’s his job.
I practically heard their heavy footsteps as they closed the space between the terminal and this car.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and mentally practiced my story. And then I wished I’d kept them closed.
The first thing I saw when I opened them was Chandler approaching the policeman and the driver with that wicked grin plastered across his face.