Page 95 of Fame And Secrets

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Kristina yelled after me.

“To get drunk.”

I had no idea where the hell I was going. I knew the streets of Salt Lake City like I knew a secluded village in Mexico. But before anyone had a chance to stop me, I’d power walked two city blocks. My chest burned with exertion, so I rested behind a building, I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my face in sheer irritation.

Well, that was the opposite of everything I meant to do.

Somehow, I had to fix this. I had to fix everything.

And I had to start with a phone call to Jaxon Hough. Time for delays were over.

Daniel Dalton had amped up his game.

It was time for him to know I could too.