Chapter 261

He'd sent a driver.

The driver was very distinguished with silver hair, a chiseled jaw, and warm blue eyes. He had a trim gold braid on his cap, white gloves, and the sign he held with my name on it displayed excellent penmanship. Had I been casting the role of driver, he would have been my number one pick, but it wasn't quite the "Nava runs across the airport in slow motion, jumping into Rohan's arms and crushing the bouquet he'd brought as he swings her around, lavishing kisses upon her" reception I'd fantasized while dodging fellow travellers.

Not even close.

Rohan Liam Mitra was a big fat coward.

I wrestled the suitcase with the wonky wheel to a stop, managing to run over my own foot in the process.

"I'm Nava," I said through gritted teeth.

"Very good. May I take your bags?" The driver relieved me of my two giant suitcases, wheeling them smoothly out the doors of LAX and over to a fancy-ass limo parked at the curb.