By the time we get back to the inn, the fucker is passed out cold, mouth open and snoring like a bear in hibernation.
Rolling my eyes, I sigh. Then pause, a smile stretching over my lips.
Leaning over, I carefully reach for the glove compartment, opening it to pull out a black Sharpie.
When I’m done writing my little message, I’m in a much better mood.
“There,” I whisper, putting the cap back on. “Want to be a fucking dick, let the world know just how much you like it.”
Leaving the dumbass in the truck, I head to our room.
I manage to get the hot chocolate out of my hair and off my face, but my shirt is stained.
The way my face looks in the mirror makes me wince. It’s sore to touch and a little red, but it could have been worse.
Freshly cleaned, I wrap the towel around my waist and walk over to the bed.
I sit on the edge, face in my hands. The sigh that leaves me is one of both relief and frustration. Relief over the fact that I finally found my Lexi girl and frustration because I fucked up big time.
“I’ll win you over, my little siren.” I get up and pull on a pair of sweats before turning on the TV and lying back in bed. “One way or the other. I’m not leaving Widows Peak without you.”
Chapter 12
Lexi
“What the fuck was that?” Slamming my front door shut, I lock it and lean against it, placing my hand over my racing heart.
Like, no, really, what thefuckwas that?
How fucking dare they approach me in a fucking alley. Are they stupid?
There is much running through my mind right now. Who are they? What do they want with me? And why did the one I threw my hot chocolate at know my name?
Maybe they overheard Emma say my name? The blond guy was outside the bakery, so the other one must have been inside because I didn’t see him in their truck.
Oh, and let’s not forget the biggest kicker of them all: they’re my scent matches.
“No,” a sob slips free as I stumble my way into the house. “Anything but this.”
I’m trembling, and I don’t know what to do.
This can’t be happening. I refuse to believe it.
My phone rings. My panicked eyes flick to my purse, where my phone is.
With shaking hands, I reach in and pull it out.
Emmett’s name flashes on the screen, and my heart shatters.
Emmett. Fuck.
Knowing I can’t ignore his call or he’ll worry, I press answer.
“Hello?” I do my best to steady my voice, but it’s hard.
“Hey, Peaches.” His playful, happy voice makes my heart clench. “How's my girl? Feeling any better?”
“Much,” I lie.
