Hey, are you in Nashville? I'm in this fancy hotel that calls itself a Marriott, sitting in the restaurant on the top floor, with some guys I think you'd like to see.
Then I lifted my phone and snapped a pic of Jorge and Isaac, sending that next. A mere second later, I got a reply. Ty didn't bother typing it out. He merely sent an emoji of a running person.
"Pretty sure he's on his way," I told the rest.
Chapter 44
I was sittingin Ty's room, hanging out over room service coffee - which was better than the damned Keurig in here - and going over what we could try next when Ty's phone buzzed. He grumbled something about Peter, then swiped and sat straight up.
"What?" I asked. "Bad?"
So he turned his phone toward me, showing me a picture of two men I missed a little too much: Jorge and Isaac. Ok, that was nice, but a moment later I realized I recognized the background.
"They're here?" I asked, sitting up the same way he had.
"Yeah, and Cody's saying we should come meet them. Well, that I should, but she probably has no clue you're here."
"Or she wants to see you," I countered.
The look he gave me was withering. "Pretty sure she's so over me it's not funny. That means the only reason she'd be asking for me is because of this strike, which you're the brains behind. So, let's go get some lunch."
"Sounds good," I agreed, pushing to my feet.
The elevator was right beside his room. From where we were, it was a long way up, but when we reached the top, there was ayoung waiter standing there like he was waiting. He looked at us both, then took a step closer.
"Are you here to meet with Cody?"
"Uh, yeah," Ty said, clearly confused.
The man smiled. "Her party asked me to show you back. Follow me, please."
Ok, that was some top-notch service. Clearly, someone had tipped him a small fortune to have him wait. Either that, or our timing was impeccable. I didn't know nor care, because a moment later, I saw the group he was leading us to.
I shouldn't have been surprised, and yet I was. There, Jorge, Isaac, and Tanner sat comfortably beside Cody and J.D. There was an empty spot at the foot of their table, clearly meant for Ty. I started thinking of ways to gracefully back out of this when J.D. gestured to the guy.
"Can you get us another chair?" And he grinned at me. "Didn't realize you'd made it here yet."
Ah, ok. That explained a lot. "Yep. Got here last week," I explained.
"And he's been busting his ass," Ty said as he took the spot at the end of the table.
"Scoot down," Cody told J.D. "We can fit him beside us."
"Babe..." J.D. fake-whined. "C'mon, he's gonna bump my elbow or some shit."
"Like fuck I will," I said just as the waiter moved a chair over. "I'll get you some water while you get situated," he offered.
"And everyone here's on my tab," Ty said. Then he looked at the bullfighters. "You have no idea how much I've missed you."
"Same," Jorge told him. "Well, being here at least."
"And here is fuckingnice," Isaac said. "I don't remember Nashville being so comfortable before."
"Because we were in that RV," Tanner reminded him.
There was a little sliding and shifting. Soon enough, I'd slid into the spot beside J.D. and next to Ty. That was all handled just as the waiter returned with water and a place setting for us both. Ty and I ordered after hearing the rest already had, and the man left again.
"So," I asked, breaking that moment of conversational lull, "what brings you two to Nashville?"
