“Okay. That works, too.”
I didn’t wait for her to say anything else; there was no point in keeping it going. I walked out of the room and down the hall, leaning against the wall as I pulled my phone from my pocket. I needed to message Morgan and find out what room she was in so I could talk to her.
I needed to apologize for making her think I didn’t believeher last night—it’s not that I didn’t, more like I didn’twantto because it wasChad. Regardless, I owed her an apology. And, even if I was terrified, I was done hiding how I felt about her.
I wanted to tell her.
Ineededto tell her.
Before I could send a message, I heard a door down the hall open and glanced over to see Lucas and Callie emerge from inside. “Hey,” Lucas greeted me. “Are you waiting for Loralei to go to breakfast?”
I let out an awkward chuckle. “Uh…more like breaking up with her.”
“What?” Lucas and Callie both said in unison.
I gestured to their room, and we all walked inside. I turned to look at them when the door latched shut. I then reiterated what Morgan told me she saw at the club last night, my response, and my conversations with Chad and Loralei that morning.
Lucas and Callie were both wide-eyed by the time I finished. “Sabotage? Callie questioned. “Why on earth would you accuse her of something likethat?”
A quiet laugh escaped me; they still didn’t know about our little game. “That’s a story for another time. Right now, I need to find Morgan. I need to talk to her. What room is she in?”
Callie sighed. “Wes, she…she left.”
My brows shot up. “What the hell do you meanshe left?”
“She stopped by last night and told us she booked an early morning flight back home. She looked upset, but she wouldn’t tell us why. She said she was fine and didn’t want to ruin the rest of our trip and that she would talk to us when we got home.”
She hadn’t even told Callie what an asshole I was last night.Fuck. I grumbled as I rubbed my face with my hands before dropping my arms to my sides. “I gotta go—I need to go after her.”
“You’re going after her?” Lucas repeated.
“Yes! Because I need to tell her that I’m fucking in love with her, and I can’t do that if she’s not here!”
Lucas and Callie both went wide-eyed with grins.
“Well, alright,” he said with a chuckle before pulling out his phone. “Go get your shit. I’ll get your flight booked.”
Chapter 52
Despite a ten-and-a-half-hour flightand a six-hour time difference that gave me jetlag from hell, I was wide the fuck awake when I drove off the ferry onto Halloran Island late that afternoon and raced into Bayport.
After finding out Morgan left, I was pretty sure I was right about what I thought—hoped—her words meant.
Why do you think I stopped coming around, Wes?
I think it was because that sassy, stubborn brunette felt the same way about me as I did her. And the more I thought about it, the more everything made sense. Her behavior when she came home, her spilling our secret the way she did, and her avoidance of me ever since.
I didn’t know for sure—and I wouldn’t until I heard the words from her mouth—but I was feeling pretty confident in my assumption. I think she let her stubbornness and pride get in the way the very same way I did.
Not anymore.
I pulled into her apartment complex andwhipped into a spot near the door; her car was usually parked in the spot next to where I was, but it wasn’t there, and I started to panic a little as I got out and raced inside.
I didn’t even take the elevator. I rushed up six flights of stairs and burst through the stairwell, running down the hall to her door. Blake would probably be appalled at how out of breath I was.
I leaned against the doorframe and raised my hand to knock. “Morgan?” I panted. Silence. I knocked again but was met with more silence. “Where the hell is she?” I rasped, still trying to catch my breath. She couldn’t have landed all but a few hours before me.
I turned, went back to the stairwell, and rushed back to my car. I grabbed my phone and shot off a message. The minutes ticked by with no response, so I sent another. Then I tried calling, but there was no answer.
