“You’re the best, Elle. Be good, okay? I’ll bring you your favorite freesias when I’m back.”
“I’m the best, huh? Don’t you like women who cling to you and act coquettish, Shawn? I’m boring because I’m too sensible, right?” Noelle asked.
Shawn was taken aback. “Why would you think that? I love you the most. Whichever type you are is the type I like.”
“Will you fall in love with another woman, Shawn?”
“Of course not.”
“I’ll leave you forever if you fall for someone else.”
He snorted. “Go ahead and try. I can put the airport and train station on lockdown. There’s no way I’ll let you leave me as long as your name is Noelle Anderson.”
It was too bad the name on her passport was no longer Noelle Anderson. It was Aria Byrd.
Noelle said, “I’m serious, Shawn. I can find a way to leave you, and I can make it so that you can’t find me.”
Shawn laughed, sounding like he was teasing her. “Alright, then. Go ahead and run—I’ll give you a three-day head start before I look for you. As I said, I’ll find you as long as your name remains unchanged, no matter where you go. You’re not getting rid of me.”
Wasn’t she?
Noelle laughed to herself.
She would try him, then.
