Same Time Next Week (Ch 56)

She'd been so close to telling him everything. And now things were a mess and his name was about to get caught up in it and that couldn't happen.

The drive between Orlando and Miami via the Florida Turnpike was as dull as a rusty nail, usually. The trip wasn't so bad the last time because her mother had been with her. The return trip was torture, since Shelby was alone and dreading dealing with her problem with every mile that passed. At the last minute, she decided to take the scenic, but slower and toll-free, route to I-95 south.

This trip home would not be joyous and special, the triumphant return that she had planned. No, she would be sneaky and skulk around, trying to stay under cover. As large and expansive as Miami was, it was too easy to run into someone she didn't want to see or talk to. It seemed that everywhere she turned, Melina was around−at the gym, the bank, some of her favorite restaurants. So she moved away, knowing Melina wouldn't go that far to follow her.

Shelby hadn't even talked to Jackson, yet. And tell him what?