“I’m very sorry, Ms.-” said the clerk at the rental car counter as she glanced at Sarah’s card and then back at her, her expression grim with suspicion, “-Holtz, but I’ve tried every card you’ve given me. Perhaps you should contact your credit card company and let me take care of the next guest.” Sarah grabbed her card and driver’s license and sulked off with her suitcase in tow. The day had gone from crappy to downright shit-tastic in a matter of hours. Gideon’s betrayal had been bad enough. She just wanted to hide behind her sunglasses, get back to LA, and move on with her life. But when she’d arrived at the airport, she had learned every one of her credit cards had been canceled. This reeked of Gideon. Who else would have enough sway to trap her here? She plunked down in a chair and buried her face in her hands. Her skin felt gritty from her earlier tears, and she was scared to see what her makeup looked like under the cheap sunglasses Gabe had given her earlier.
