Bad Breakup (EBOOK)

Cecilia sat on the plane, her first-class seat luxurious and insanely comfortable. It might have been the first time in her limited travel experience that she didn’t feel like cattle shoved into the back of a truck, and instead, like an actual person with wants and needs.
“Your champagne, Ms. Thiele.”
“Thank you,” she said and took a sip, leaning back into the butter-soft leather with a sigh.
She’d just closed her eyes when someone sat down in the empty seat next to her.
Rustling accompanied the movement as the person got settled.
“Can I get you anything?” the flight attendant asked.
“A whiskey.”
Every hair stood up on Cecilia’s neck. Oh, God no. It couldn’t possibly be—
She clenched her lids tightly, refusing, absolutely refusing to open them. No. She was imagining things. It had been years since she’d heard that voice.
Too many years.
“Here you go, Mr. McGregor.”
Oh, fuck.
Her eyes flew open, but she didn’t move her head. She couldn’t chance it. But she did risk a peek out of the corner of her eye, and that was enough to have dread twisting her stomach into knots.
No. It couldn’t be.
She’d booked this flight last minute, deciding to use the voucher gifted to her by Abby—her friend and employer—after she and her husband, Jordan, had returned from their honeymoon.
Cecilia’s life had felt stagnant.
She’d needed to get away, and she’d had the free flight and hotel.
It made sense to use it, however last minute.
Plus, everything had worked out. There had been one first-class seat open. Only one cabin at her dream resort.
And now she was sitting next to Colin McGregor.
“Flight attendants, arm the doors,” the pilot’s voice chimed through the plane’s speakers.
A thud signaled the disappearance of her last avenue of escape.
She was trapped on a nonstop flight for twelve hours.
With the man who’d left her at the altar.
How was this possibly her life?
“Cecilia?” that masculine voice asked. “Is it really you?”
And just like all the times before, her eyes were drawn to him. She’d never been able to ignore him. Not Colin. Not even when he’d—
But this time was different.
She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t a vulnerable girl in a rough place.
She’d been through Hell and back.
Colin had no power over her.
Not anymore.
Cecilia put in her earbuds and turned her back on the man who’d devastated her world six years before.