Free Unravelled (Revealed #2) by Alice Raine Page B

could be temperamental, but I’d rather avoid him seeing that particular spectacle. Pulling in several breaths through my nose I tried to lower my stress levels. Jesus, I really needed to try and expel some of this energy before it totally overwhelmed me.
    Allie was gone. God knows how she would find her way around. Fuck. The thought of her alone, upset, and lost in an unfamiliar city was too much to bear and as the car began to pull forward I felt the wall of control within me crumble. Dropping to my knees on the floor I hammered my fist onto the opposite seat with a frustrated snarl. It felt good, freeing, and then before I even realised it I was repeatedly smashing my hand down onto the unresponsive leather as a loud yell roared from my lungs.
    Over and over I hit the seat, until my chest was screaming at me to stop and I was dripping with yet more sweat. Flopping forward, I rested my head down, my body practically curled into the foetal position as I tried to pull some air back into my protesting lungs.
    Finally mustering enough energy to sit up on my haunches I blinked several times, feeling surprisingly calm after the tirade. Examining the seat for damage I saw none, a sweat patch from where I had rested my head the only evidence of my unprovoked attack. Giving it a vague wipe I pushed myself back into my chair, fastened my seatbelt, and raised my eyes to look forward.
    ‘I apologise, David,’ I murmured, my voice scratchy and sore after yelling. I wondered what the hell he must be thinking after witnessing my mini-breakdown, but seeing me thrashing the hell out of a seat was probably better than seeing me in a full on anxiety attack.
    ‘No apology needed, sir,’ he replied politely. ‘How can I help?’
    Sighing heavily, I kept my eyes pinned to the pavements passing by outside, just on the off chance I might spot her. ‘I’m not sure you can, I’ve well and truly fucked up this time.’
    ‘Perhaps I could take you to the hostel she mentioned, sir?’
    My gaze snapped away from the crowds and focused on David’s in the mirror. That was it. I could go there and wait for her, talk to her and try to explain. It was the prefect plan … except for one minor detail. I was Sean Phillips, and I tended to draw a crowd whenever I went out around town over here. Sometimes being famous was a complete pain in the arse. I glanced down at my jeans and shirt. I might only be dressed in a smart casual outfit, but I had no hat with me to even vaguely help hide my identity. It would be just my luck to get recognised and prompt some bullshit story in the papers.
    Fuck. This situation seemed utterly hopeless. Scowling, I dropped my head forward in defeat and sighed heavily.
    ‘No. You better take me back to the house.’
    Back to the house, back to my all-star American life, and back to Savannah.

Chapter Seven
    Cait
    What a bloody waste of time the day had been. I think the run in with Jack Felton first thing had rendered my brain incapable of even simple conversation, because all of my interviews at the job agencies so far had flopped. Big time.
    I briefly tried to recall the encounter with him again. Pah, who was I kidding? I didn’t need to try and remember it – it had been on my mind constantly since I’d walked away from him. I’d even accidentally called one of the job agency guys Jack by mistake when his name was Peter, which had gained me a disapproving frown and must have looked completely unprofessional.
    Yeah, all in all, persevering with my job hunt after the Jack interlude hadn’t been one of my better ideas. Being stubborn though, I hadn’t wanted to accept that a man had left me as ruffled as I felt, so I’d tried to brush it aside and carry on as normal. Unfortunately, I had failed dismally. I’d be completely stunned if I even managed to get one job offer thrown my way after my pathetic performance today.
    Groaning at the bizarre reaction he had caused in me, I closed my eyes and tried to get a grip