“Wait, ‘it’s over’? Have you guys actually broken up?”

“We’re not together. It hardly matters if I’ve spoken with him,” she told him fiercely. “He refused to take my call all day when the story broke. He had his f**king byline next to Calleigh Hollingsworth’s,” she spat the name. “To me that means we’re over.”

“But you haven’t actually talked to him?” Brady asked. “And who the f**k is Calleigh Holling-whatever?”

“Brady, how was I supposed to talk to him if he refused to take my call? I couldn’t. It’s over. He’s the ass**le who wrote the story about us. It’s over.” Liz massaged her aching shoulder in frustration. She didn’t want to have to deal with this, not with everything else in her head. “And Calleigh is the other reporter who broke the story with him. They used to date and now they’re working together in Charlotte.”

Brady’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and she saw him take incredible care to breathe evenly. “I can’t let you go in there. The guy is unstable and dangerous.”

“He wouldn’t hurt me.”

His head snapped to the side. “Are you serious?” he asked. “After what he did to you.”

“It wasn’t like that. Not that.”

“Well, whatever it was,” he said as if he didn’t believe for a second that it wasn’t exactly what he had said it was, “it was wrong. He’s already hurt you. I’ll be damned if I let him do it again. And what kind of guy takes a job with his ex-girlfriend? I’ll tell you. Someone who wants to f**k her while his girlfriend is hours away still in school.”

“Brady,” she snapped, shaking her head. “I don’t want to think about that. Ugh! Hayden and Calleigh. I can’t.”

“I’d put money on it.”

“Can we just drive and not talk about that?” she asked. Brady eased down the road again slowly. He clearly wasn’t in any hurry to drop her off.

“Can I take you somewhere safer?” he pleaded.

“I’m safe at my house. I just . . . I need to talk to him, Brady. He’s there for a reason, and I need to let him know that it’s over. He has to already know, but wouldn’t you feel better if I told it to his face?”

“Fine. You want to go in there, I’m going with you,” he said stubbornly.

“Are you out of your mind?” Liz asked. “Did you forget that you’re a congressman and he’s the ass**le who wrote the story about you? Do you want to give him ammunition to write about you? I certainly don’t! I thought we talked about letting the story blow over. I guarantee it won’t if you storm into my house and confront Hayden.”

Brady ground his teeth together and didn’t say anything. She knew that she was right. She needed to confront Hayden about what had happened. Brady didn’t. He would only take a bad situation and make it worse. She didn’t want anything to get worse than it already was.

“Will you just drop me off on the corner?” Liz asked, pointing up the street.

“Liz,” he pleaded.

“I’ll be okay, Brady. I’ll call you after he leaves,” she told him.

He sighed heavily and then pulled over at the end of the street. “You have the right number now?”

“Yeah,” she murmured, grabbing her purse off the floor. She found Clay’s phone in the bag and handed it to Brady. “Will you give this back to Clay? He’s probably wondering how he managed to lose it.”

“I can’t wait to give it back to him,” Brady said with a devilish smile on his face.

“Don’t be too hard on him, okay?”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep, baby,” he said, grasping her chin in his hand and kissing her hard on the mouth.

“I know you don’t.”

“Promise you’ll be safe?”

Liz nodded softly. “Promise.”

“Good.”

They kissed again desperately, like a drowning person gasping for their last breath. Then Liz pulled away and exited the car.

With a heavy heart, she clutched her purse to her chest and started walking down the street to her house. She hadn’t checked her phone yet and at this point she was kind of afraid to. Had Hayden called? Did he have some kind of explanation? Not that it would change her mind at this point.

She slid her phone out into her palm. She checked her text messages and saw half a dozen from Victoria freaking out about her leaving with Clay and never returning, then another handful in all caps about Hayden showing up and asking what the hell she was supposed to tell him. Hayden had called and texted her even more than that. The messages started the morning after the article went live and ended only a couple minutes ago, when he had been trying to figure out where she was. She wished she had checked her phone so that she would have been more prepared for his appearance, but there was nothing she could do now.

As she walked up the driveway and to the front door, she steeled herself for what was about to happen. At least Victoria was there. Liz might have been confident when sending Brady away, but she didn’t really want to be alone with Hayden. She didn’t think he would do anything, but she had no guarantees.

Liz pushed the door open and walked into the living room, only to find Hayden and Victoria screaming at each other.

“I don’t f**king care why you’re here, Lane, but she’s not f**king here. So get out of our f**king house, you douchebag. Haven’t you done enough damage? Just thought you’d come over to inflict more pain on my best friend?” Victoria threw in his face.

“Vickie, just shut up,” he cried, spitting out her name as viciously as she had said his. “I’ve had enough of your shit. I don’t even want to talk to you. I’m here for Liz.”

“Well, I’m right here,” Liz said softly.

“Liz,” Hayden said, turning to face her.

“You’re back,” Victoria said. Her eyes bugged, asking a million questions at once. Where were you? Did you sleep with that guy? Were you with him this whole time? What’s going on? Can I kick Hayden out?

“I am.”

“Where were you?” he asked.

“Like you have a right to ask that!” Victoria yelled, slapping him on the back of the head and walking over to Liz. “You don’t have to talk to him, Liz. Just send him packing.”