Maybe Never (Maybe #2) by Ella Miles

Author:Ella Miles [Miles, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-25T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Killian

The flight to Kansas City is short and easy. Since being undercover while working for the Felton Corporation, I have flown hundreds of times on worse flights than this. Longer or bumpier, dealing with rude people, or being delayed because of weather or some other obstacle.

The flight wasn’t what I was dreading. The next part is.

I walk through the small airport. Everyone around me is moving quickly to get to their destination. Everyone is in a hurry, except for me. I slowly walk through the terminal, taking in every bit of color and happiness that surrounds me. I know, as soon as I get to where I’m going, there will be nothing left, no joy to be found anywhere, so I’d better get my fill now. Not that I can find much joy after Kinsley left me. She left me, and I know she isn’t coming back. The only way I could win her back was if I left the FBI and didn’t testify against her grandfather, but that isn’t even a real option.

I walk outside the terminal and immediately feel the warm, humid air that is so different from the dry Las Vegas heat I’ve grown accustomed to. I walk to the curb where a bus is waiting to take me to my rental car. I climb in and take a seat on the empty bus.

I try to find some joy in the ride over to the car, but there is none to be found on the creaky, bumpy ride that ended up being crammed full by the time we left. I climb off the bus last and then wait in the long line to get my rental car.

“Name?” the woman asks when I get up to the counter.

“Killian Browne,” I say on autopilot.

She looks at her computer screen. “Sorry, sir, but there isn’t a reservation in our system for a Killian Browne, and we are booked solid today.”

I shake my head at my mistake. “I’m sorry. It’s under Liam Byrne.”

She raises an eyebrow at me. I guess it’s not believable that I would forget my own name.

“Can I see some ID, sir?”

I nod and pull out my wallet. On top is my ID with the name Killian Browne on it. I leave it in place and find my real ID that says Liam Killian Byrne. I hand it to her. She looks at it and then types something into her computer. Then, she hands me back my ID with the car keys and a paper.

“Sign here. The car is parked in slot fifty-six.”

I sign and then I walk to slot fifty-six. There’s a Ford Ranger parked in the slot. I specifically asked for anything but a truck. I’m tempted to go back and ask for another car, but I’m tired, and I still have a two-hour drive ahead of me before I can sleep. Plus, I don’t think that woman trusted me enough or liked me enough to swap this truck for another vehicle.

I climb in the truck after throwing my suitcase into the bed.

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