“Zoey Rey just sent you an email explaining our predicament. Oh, you saw that did you? Yeah, that’s why I’m calling. She’s really worried about missing your creative writing class, but that video went out prematurely and the media swarmed the lodge before we could leave. I’m afraid it may be several days before we can get out of here.”
Again, I could hear her talking but couldn’t make out the words, and it was driving me crazy.
“I know. I know. But we can’t just have them following us back to Archibald Reynolds, can we?”
The phone went silent and then she said something else before he said goodbye.
“You’re good. She’s going to send you the lessons for this week just in case it lasts longer than we expect.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. If you need any help, just let me know.”
“You’ve taken this class before? Creative writing?”
“Yup. And I taught it for half a semester when she was battling health issues.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Not really public knowledge. Trust me when I say she’s one of the best. But she also despises social media, even though she’s secretly addicted for fear of missing out and not understanding what everyone’s talking about. Secretly she’s probably a big fan which just pisses her off more.”
I groaned.
He laughed.
“Karla is ordering groceries to be sent up so if there’s anything you want, just let me know, or call the front desk and ask for her yourself. She advised we go ahead and order dinner early because the lodge is booking up for the night . . . with reporters and eager fans.”
“This is a nightmare,” I whined.
He took my hand and led me to the couch.
Anticipation bubbled up within me. I was more than ready to pick up where we’d been interrupted. My body was still humming from that kiss. I felt like an addict awaiting my next hit.
“It’s all going to be okay. How about a movie?”
And then he turned on an action film and sat there watching it while I stewed in frustration.
Monte
Chapter 15
It was the longest movie of my life. All I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder caveman style and drag her off to the bedroom. Instead, I tried to follow her lead, but there had been no signals or signs of interest.
I was struggling to believe our earlier kiss had no effect on her whatsoever. No way had it been all one sided. She’d eagerly kissed me back, yet every time I glanced her way, she was just staring at the television and whatever stupid movie I’d come across first.
The second it ended I was off the couch and ordering dinner.
Which turned into a quiet, awkward dinner.
What the hell had happened? What changed?
And when dinner was over, she got up, said good night, and then walked to the master bedroom and closed the door behind her. I was already following her like a little puppy dog only to have the door slammed in my face.
I stood there in shock.
Hadn’t I made it clear that I didn’t like that bed because it was too big?
Hadn’t she made it clear there were four other beds for me to choose from?
