“Aren’t you coming?” Austen calls as I head to the opposite counter.
“I’ll catch up. Going to grab something for Mom,” I lie.
Austen nods, and I watch them turn the corner.
“Can I help you with something?” the woman behind the counter asks. I nod as I look into the case. It’s men’s jewelry. Watches, bracelets, cufflinks.
“The guy that was over here, dark hair, built like a brick house, with the blue shirt,” I say. “What was he looking at?”
She chews her lip for a moment before pulling out a pair of white gold cufflinks with a diamond studded motif.
They are sharp as hell. Of course Mack has good taste. Not that you’d know that by looking at him. The fanciest shit he wears are jeans and a button up.
“Wrap em up,” I say nonchalantly.
“Are you sure you don’t want to look at anything else—”
I pull my credit card out of my wallet and I don’t even blink.
“Nope.”
Once I’ve got my package, I make my way back up to the room.
Halfway there, I get a text from Mack.
Where the fuck are you? We’re heading to VooDoo.
I smirk. I have barely been gone for thirty minutes and he’s up my ass already.
Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t stand you up.
Fuck you. Just get your ass down here. Austen is asking for you.
Bet he already has that text deleted… It makes me laugh.
I swipe the key and open the door. The maid hasn’t come yet and the bed is still a mess. I take out the small blue box with a ribbon as I move towards Jordan’s duffel bag.
Letting out a breath, I use one hand to push his clothes around until I find a spot at the bottom and I slip it between his sweats and underwear and then I take tenminutes to put my necklace on and run some product through my hair to fluff it up. This desert heat is brutal.
My phone dings again.
GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!
I ignore his text, smiling as I spritz myself with cologne and make sure I look good for our night out.
When I come strolling through the doors to find the guys, Mack greets me with a vicious growl and blazing eyes. He gets right up in my face like he’s going to punch me.
“Bout fucking time, asshole,” he says.
I grin, twisting my fingers in my ring before I answer him. His face is so close I could kiss him, but I won’t. Not here. But I will again, that’s for sure.
“Careful, Jordan. They’re staring,” I tell him as I gently push him away from me, shifting my attention to my brother.
“Alright, assholes, let’s get this show on the road!” I call out.
The boys all whoop and fistbump. Except for Austen, who forces a smile, and Mack who looks like he wants to push me in front of a moving vehicle.
“Uber is here!” Paul calls.
