“Everything is going to be cool,” he promised. “If for some reason it’s not, we’ll just leave.”
“Nah. It’s going to be cool,” I repeated to him.
He smiled even wider and I leaned into him.
“It will,” he reassured me.
I didn’t respond. I just kissed him softly one, two, three times.
“Alright.” I dragged my hands off of him even though I wanted nothing more than to grab the towel he had around himself and yank it free. “Get dressed if we’re going to get out of here on time.”
“You’re worried about me when you should be worried about Rook.”
“He still asleep?” I asked incredulously.
“It wouldn't surprise me.”
“Fuck. You want me to get him up?”
“You can try.”
“Alright. I’m on it.” I leaned down and kissed Bishop again. “You get dressed. I’ll get twin up.”
“Thank you, baby.”
“Yep.”
I rubbed my hand down Bishop’s tie as I cast one last look in the mirror before heading out of the room and to the kitchen. I immediately put on a pot of coffee and stood patiently while the machine went. When it finished, I poured two mugs, making sure one had cream and sugar and one was black.
I took the black coffee in my hand and headed straight for Rook’s room.
His wife was sitting beside him on the bed, fully dressed and leaning into his ear saying his name softly.
“Rook, get the fuck up!” I yelled as I walked over to him. I hit his foot, knocking it off the edge of his bed. “Get up!” I watchedRook groan, rub at his eyes then yawn. “If you can’t handle your liquor, stop drinking.” I offered him the mug in my hand.
“Man, I’m good.”
“Then prove it. Get yo’ lil lit ass the fuck up.”
Rook snickered but pushed himself up slowly. He took the coffee mug from me and took a slow sip. He grimaced.
“Black? For real?”
“Better to sober you up,” I explained.
“I’m sober.”
“Well you look fucked up so you’re welcome.”
Rook lifted his lip in disgust but didn’t complain again. He leaned his head back and gulped down the coffee quickly. Then he groaned, stretched, hopped up and offered me the mug back.
“I’m up and I’m going to get dressed. I’ll be ready in time. I promise.”
“Good.” I took the mug from him and filed out of the room.
“He up?” Bishop questioned.
“Yeah. He’s up. There’s coffee already made for you on the counter too.”
