I shrugged. “Yep. He knew I was excited about the program. He hid my acceptance letter.” I used the back of my knuckles to rub at my jaw. “I hate liars.”

Lex frowned as he swerved around a garbage truck. “I wasn't sure if I should believe you when you said you'd just packed up your things and showed up here. And pardon me for saying so, but he was a total wanker.”

I shrugged. “Don’t I know it?”

He slid a glance toward me as he pulled the car into traffic again. “How do you know it was the right thing to do? Coming here?”

“I feel it. In my bones. For the first time, I'm really following my dreams.” My heart skipped faster as I spoke. “I'm making it happen on my own terms, and it feels fantastic. I've never been happier.” And that was the truth. For once, I didn’t feel like I was shutting away who I really was.

“Your parents haven't called, begging you to reconsider?”

I chuckled. “Oh, they've called. Mom has called so often I’m wondering what London’s stalking laws are. My sisters have called too. Dad sent an email or two, but he’s more worried about my schoolwork than anything.”

Lex smirked. “Let me guess, they can’t believe you're making such a rash decision. And they’re convinced you haven't thought all of this through.”

Laughter bubbled out of my chest. “It's like you have our place bugged or something. Hell, have you been speaking to them directly?”

His grin was quick and made his gray eyes crinkle at the corner. “No. I'm not James Bond after all. Don't let the accent fool you. I'm just dealing with my own rendition of the same song. I'm likely about to be disowned if I do what I want to do and not what my father demands. Problem is I couldn’t really give a shit.”

“Well, you need to have a plan. I have plans going all the way to Plan F—which I call failure.”

He raised his brows. “That's a lot of planning. Tell me what Plan B is?”

“Finish the program and get a regular job here in London. Even if I'm not doing my dream job, I'll still have a master’s degree. That should be enough to keep me going for a while.”

“Going home isn’t an option?” he asked.

My jaw smarted again. I wasn’t going anywhere there was a chance I’d run into Easton again. I shook my head. “You know, I've probably been holding on to it as a possibility, but the longer I'm here, the more I realize that I don't want to give up my dream for anyone.”

“A woman determined to find her own path. I like it.”

“And what about you? What's your path?”

“How do you mean?” He hedged.