Lyla
The sun had barely risen, but I was already awake, standing before the packhouse, watching as Ramsey gave final instructions to Seth and Lenny. I felt a knot forming in my stomach, an unease and ache I couldn't quite shake.
I've been jumpy all night. I've barely rested. All I could think of was the trip and Nathan. The more I thought about the person Nathan was evolving into, the more it felt surreal. Everyone was getting it wrong about the kind of person he was.
After giving instructions to Lenny and Seth, we rode to the Private Jet Tarmac. Ramsey decided flying would be better than riding for almost six hours to Blue Ridge. When we arrived at the tarmac, I stood before him, trying to keep my emotions in check.
"I'll miss you," I whispered, straightening his already perfect collar just to have something to do with my trembling hands.
He gazed at me fondly and teased."You look like you're about to cry."
I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not."
