As I slide behind the wheel, I cast a sideways glance at the fuming brunette bedside me. "It's a vacation, Hols, not a working holiday. Remember? Skiing, booze, bad decisions we'll all claim not to remember in the morning?"
Her lips curve into a smile that's anything but sweet. "Maybe for you, GI Jackass. Some of us have bigger plans. Now shut up and drive."
"Sir, yes, sir," I mutter, cranking the engine. It's going to be a long three hours. A really long three hours. But as I pull out of the airport lot, her fingers already flying furiously over her phone screen, I can't help the small grin tugging at my mouth.
Same old Holly. Pretty, prickly, and ready to take on the world, one overpriced stiletto at a time. If I play my cards right, this forced quality time will be just what we need to get back on solid ground.
As long as I can keep my hands to myself, my smart-ass comments in check, and my dick in line, it'll be smooth sailing.
How hard can it be?
Chapter Three
Holly
"We're sorry,but all representatives are currently assisting?—"
"Bullshit!” I’ve seen what they consider assisting and again… bullshit. I stab the red button on my phone with way more force than necessary, resisting the urge to chuck it out the window into the swirling snow. The automated system cuts off mid-apology for what has to be the twentieth time, my signal fading in and out like my patience.
Beside me, Chance's jaw flexes. He drums his fingers against the steering wheel while his eyes narrow, fixed on the wall of white ahead of us. The storm that started as pretty, pillowy snowflakes has morphed into a full-blown whiteout.
My phone chirps, another bar of service popping up. It’s a trap. I know it’s a trap. Fate wants me to try one more time so she can smack me right in the ego—and maybe a little south of it, just to keep things spicy.
Don’t threaten me with a good time. It’s been a damn minute since I… got properly spun around and left breathless. The sit and spin was just the gateway toy.
I dial again, praying to whatever deity handles lost luggage and automated customer service lines to please, please just let me file a claim.
"Welcome to—" The mechanical voice crackles, breaks up, then dies completely.
Gee, who didn’t see that coming.
With a deep breath that does absolutely nothing to calm my rising anxiety, I fire off a text to Charlie.
Me
Storm's getting worse. Might have to stop.
Her reply is immediate…
Charlie
Just you and GI Joe?
Me
Don't start.
Charlie
Hey, maybe you'll get lucky and there'll only be one room left...
Me
Not all of us throw our cat at our brother's best friend after one night of sharing a bed.
Charlie
Best decision I ever made though
