But what if it is?
Another knock sounds, and I hurry forward, skidding across the polished wooden floor in my fuzzy pink tube socks. I flip the lock at the top, take a deep breath to calm my nerves, remind myself that Mason’s eye candy and nothing more, and pull the handle.
Then my shoulders sag.
Sadie frowns. “You should have probably checked to see who it was first.”
I roll my eyes. “What do you want?”
She raises a brow, which is a caramel blond—the exact color of precisely twenty-five percent of her hair. Probably the natural part. “Someone slid a note under my door. Since my name isn’t Harper, I assumed it was for you.”
My confused heart does that weird skitter thing again, acting up just after it calmed down from the disappointment.
Sadie offers the note, and I snatch it from her hand. It’s probably nothing more than another itinerary. Tammy loves them, and she seems to think we’re incapable of keeping track of the fifty she’s given us.
I suck in a breath as I scan the short sentence.
“What does it say?” Sadie demands, her voice bubbly as she presses in close to read the note.
Resisting the urge to put my palm on her forehead and push her away, I turn from her. “Nothing.”
“Come on—let me see.” Like one of those little rat dogs celebutantes carry around, she squirms her way back, refusing to take a hint. I give in and flick the note to her before she crawls up my arm.
Her eyes go wide as she reads it out loud, “Second floor, suite one. Bring a swimsuit and a poster.”
She looks back at me. “You don’t think this is from” —she leans forward and dramatically lowers her voice— “Mason?”
I shake my head and cross my arms. “No, it was definitely Eugene. He and I had a moment at the dessert table.”
Sadie stares at me for several seconds before she blinks, fluttering her long eyelashes. “Eugene? Isn’t he the?—”
“Grandpa?” I interrupt, enjoying the look of revulsion on her face. “I like older men. Do you have a problem with that?”
It takes her three whole seconds to realize I’m not serious, and then she shakes her head like I’m insane. “You can’t go.”
“Is that right? Are you my chaperone now?”
She bites her bottom lip, looking as if she’s worried I’m going to slap her if she actually spits out the words she means to say.
I narrow my eyes. “What?”
“Brandon said I should watch out for you, make sure you don’t get tangled up with Mason.”
“Excuse me?” My blood’s already warming with irritation. “He saidwhat?”
She gulps and takes a not-so-subtle step back. “He’s worried about you.”
“Is he?”
Sadie nods.
“Have you talked to him tonight?” I demand.
Shaking her head, she edges toward her room. “No, I was about to call, but then I found your note.”
“Well, be sure to let him know where I went. Give him a full update.” I turn back to my room and rummage through mythings, glad Riley tossed a swimsuit into my duffel bag while I was packing.
I had no intention of meeting Mason when I first read the note, but now…
