A police officer stepped to her. “Ms?” he spoke louder, when she didn’t answer. “That’s your car?”
“Yes,” ” she said, her shoulders slumping.
“Here’s your ticket and the address where you can pick it up.” He handed her the paper. “You must’ve known no parking is allowed here.”
Amy lifted her hand to her face and dried the wetness from her cheeks. “Yes, I knew,” she sighed shakily. “It’s just, I wasn’t thinking when...”
She stopped as she heard the voice of the man who was the reason for all of this, calling her name.
“What’s going on?” Jake asked a little out of breath as he reached her side. “Amy?” he touched her arm.
“We had to haul the lady’s car away,” the policeman informed him. “She’s got the address of where to pick it up.” He glanced at Amy’s pale, tear-stricken face and turned to Jake, “You’d better put her in a taxi, she looks shaken,” he spoke in a lowered voice.
The men exchanged knowing glances between themselves, but Amy was oblivious.
“Thank you, officer. I’ll drive her myself.” Jake wrapped his arm around her.
The moment the policeman walked away, she backed away from him. “It’s all your fault!” she cried, tears gathering in her eyes again. “It’ll cost me a fortune to get my car back.”
He touched her arm, his voice gentle. “Don’t worry. I’ll get your car back and pay for everything.”
“I don’t need your help or your money!” She burst into new tears, and walked away from him quickly.
“Wait!” he cried, catching up on her. “Let me drive you home, or at least call a cab for you. You can’t walk all this way on foot.”
Amy didn’t stop walking, ignoring him until he crossed her way.
“Please, let me drive you home.” He put his hands on her shoulders. She stubbornly avoided his gaze. “I’ll be worried,” he added.
At last, she looked up to him. “Look, just leave me alone for now,” she said in a tired voice. “Please. I’ll be fine. I just want to walk for a bit and think everything over again. I don’t know, perhaps I’ll catch a bus later or something.” Her eyes locked with his. “Please.”
His hands let go off her shoulders and he let her go past him.
“I’ll be waiting Saturday morning in front of your building. Ten o’clock,” he called, but she didn’t turn back to him and kept walking.
Chapter Five
Amy sat in the comfortable, plushy, deeply cushioned leather chair, and the stewardess helped her to fasten her seat belt. She thanked the woman with a smile, and turned her head towards the small window to observe as the plane was taking off. Any other time, she would have been delighted to fly first class, and not economy, as usual, but today she wasn’t in the mood to enjoy the experience.
She stilled when Jake, who sat beside her, took her hand in his, and lifted it to his lips.
“I haven’t told you how happy I am that you decided to come,” he murmured as his lips lingered on the top of her palm.
She all but snatched her hand away.
“Don’t read too much into it,” she said sharply. “It’s only a business matter. Do you have the pre-nup with you?”
She could swear that she felt the wave of irritation and frustration building in him, but she didn’t care. The sweet and obedient bride-to-be was the last thing he should expect of her in this situation.
“Yes,” he said at last.
“Good. I want to read it one more time before signing,” she informed him, without even a single look in his direction.
She heard him reaching for his briefcase and then the rustle of papers.
“Here you are.” He gave her the file.
Amy took it, and started reading diligently, paragraph after paragraph, page after page, as she tried ignoring his presence.
“You’ve signed it already,” she noted coolly as she finished.
“Yes, all three copies.” He handed her the pen. She took it and very carefully signed in all of the necessary places, beside
“Yes,” ” she said, her shoulders slumping.
“Here’s your ticket and the address where you can pick it up.” He handed her the paper. “You must’ve known no parking is allowed here.”
Amy lifted her hand to her face and dried the wetness from her cheeks. “Yes, I knew,” she sighed shakily. “It’s just, I wasn’t thinking when...”
She stopped as she heard the voice of the man who was the reason for all of this, calling her name.
“What’s going on?” Jake asked a little out of breath as he reached her side. “Amy?” he touched her arm.
“We had to haul the lady’s car away,” the policeman informed him. “She’s got the address of where to pick it up.” He glanced at Amy’s pale, tear-stricken face and turned to Jake, “You’d better put her in a taxi, she looks shaken,” he spoke in a lowered voice.
The men exchanged knowing glances between themselves, but Amy was oblivious.
“Thank you, officer. I’ll drive her myself.” Jake wrapped his arm around her.
The moment the policeman walked away, she backed away from him. “It’s all your fault!” she cried, tears gathering in her eyes again. “It’ll cost me a fortune to get my car back.”
He touched her arm, his voice gentle. “Don’t worry. I’ll get your car back and pay for everything.”
“I don’t need your help or your money!” She burst into new tears, and walked away from him quickly.
“Wait!” he cried, catching up on her. “Let me drive you home, or at least call a cab for you. You can’t walk all this way on foot.”
Amy didn’t stop walking, ignoring him until he crossed her way.
“Please, let me drive you home.” He put his hands on her shoulders. She stubbornly avoided his gaze. “I’ll be worried,” he added.
At last, she looked up to him. “Look, just leave me alone for now,” she said in a tired voice. “Please. I’ll be fine. I just want to walk for a bit and think everything over again. I don’t know, perhaps I’ll catch a bus later or something.” Her eyes locked with his. “Please.”
His hands let go off her shoulders and he let her go past him.
“I’ll be waiting Saturday morning in front of your building. Ten o’clock,” he called, but she didn’t turn back to him and kept walking.
Chapter Five
Amy sat in the comfortable, plushy, deeply cushioned leather chair, and the stewardess helped her to fasten her seat belt. She thanked the woman with a smile, and turned her head towards the small window to observe as the plane was taking off. Any other time, she would have been delighted to fly first class, and not economy, as usual, but today she wasn’t in the mood to enjoy the experience.
She stilled when Jake, who sat beside her, took her hand in his, and lifted it to his lips.
“I haven’t told you how happy I am that you decided to come,” he murmured as his lips lingered on the top of her palm.
She all but snatched her hand away.
“Don’t read too much into it,” she said sharply. “It’s only a business matter. Do you have the pre-nup with you?”
She could swear that she felt the wave of irritation and frustration building in him, but she didn’t care. The sweet and obedient bride-to-be was the last thing he should expect of her in this situation.
“Yes,” he said at last.
“Good. I want to read it one more time before signing,” she informed him, without even a single look in his direction.
She heard him reaching for his briefcase and then the rustle of papers.
“Here you are.” He gave her the file.
Amy took it, and started reading diligently, paragraph after paragraph, page after page, as she tried ignoring his presence.
“You’ve signed it already,” she noted coolly as she finished.
“Yes, all three copies.” He handed her the pen. She took it and very carefully signed in all of the necessary places, beside
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