Chapter 35 Bye, Bye Miami

• It was finally time to leave Miami.
• I had spent most of the days oscillating between wanting to fling myself out the nearest window and just wanting to lie in bed and not think about Mr. Thorne—or my embarrassingly persistent dry spell. Unfortunately, both options were impractical.
• So here I was, shoving the last of my clothes into my suitcase and vowing to deal with my situation when I get back to Las Vegas.