“We would appreciate it. Enjoy your breakfast, Mr. Whitmore.”
I put down the phone and rubbed my forehead. I knew Kit had vacation rentals, but I didn’t know he owned an entire hotel property. Switching to my cell phone, I hit Kit’s number as I stepped outside and grabbed the basket.
“Hey, Sky,” he said, his voice still uneven.
“Well, hey there, cowboy. Somebody bought me breakfast. And paid for my hotel room.”
“I didn’t pay for it, Sky. I just didn’t charge you. And I wanted to make sure you had something good to eat this morning.”
“How did you know I was staying here?”
“I always check the guest logs at the end of the night. Saw your name, figured there weren’t too many Skylar Whitmores who would be staying in Gruene, Texas. Got a little worried that maybe I’d chased you out of town.”
I huffed out a laugh. “No, I went on a long drive yesterday afternoon and ended up here. Ran into an old friend from Seguin. Made some new ones.”
The silence on the line was heavy.
“I’m sorry if I?—”
“Nothing to apologize for,” I said, quick to cut him off. “I just . . . It’s important to me you understand that, while I really appreciate the free night, I never expect anything like that from you.”
More silence.
“Kit? Did you think I was trying to make you my new sugar daddy?” I asked, crossing my fingers.
More silence, followed by, “I was pretty sure that wasn’t the case, but my brain went in a bunch of pretty bad directions yesterday, so . . .”
Ouch.
“But then I realized I know you,” he added quickly, “and that’s not what this was about.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes. And I’m sorry my head went there even for a second. I was so out of it yesterday.”
“And how are you today?”
“Still a little queasy, if I’m bein’ honest. But the ground feels a lot more stable.”
It was my turn to go quiet.
“I should clarify that nothing we did made me feel queasy,” he tacked on. “I don’t regret what we did, Sky. Hell, I initiated it.”
“So did I, Kit.”
“I was grateful you asked me inside—I might not have had the nerve to invite myself.”
“If you’d have been too nervous to ask to come in, maybe I shouldn’t have been so forward,” I said, doubt creeping in again.
“No, you weren’t too forward. I promise, I enjoyed what we did together, even if you’d be well within your rights to not believe me. I’m just trying to figure out what it all means.”
“Then I should leave you to it, Kit.”
These long silence between us were killing me.
“Thank you, Skylar,” he finally said. “Stay another night if you’d like.”
I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “That’s okay. I’ve got shit to do and a business run. But thanks for comping my stay.”
