I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my body. The girls had turned the A/C on high when they’d entered. I’d switched it to a more acceptable temperature, but I was still freezing.
Thoughts of Landon whirled through my head, putting a smile on my face. My last thought was of how soft his lips were before I fell into a deep sleep.
As predicted, Taylor and Kelly didn’t come back last night. I woke up early, feeling hopeful for the first time in a while. No invisible weight was pressing down on me, trying to keep me in bed. Instead, I couldn’t get ready fast enough.
I opted for a dark blue skirt and a white three-quarter-length fitted top. The A-line pleated midi-skirt hit me just below my knees, and the top looked almost painted on, the soft fabric melding to every dip of my body. I left my hair loose, happy it was still cascading down my back in soft waves.
I chose flats to go with my outfit since it sounded like today would be busy. I didn’t think there’d be many opportunities for me to sit down.
My bag was still on top of the table where I’d dropped it last night. I went in search of my phone and found it buried at the bottom. I had two messages. When I saw who the first one was from, I had to force myself to settle down or risk doing a very embarrassing happy dance. Landon had texted me just after four this morning.
Landon: Can’t wait to see you today.
I messaged back, a huge grin overtaking my face.
Me: Me too.
The second text was from my sister.
Brielle: Have you gotten drunk and embarrassed yourself yet?
Me: Of course not.
Brielle: Oh well, you still have one more night to make me proud.
I grabbed my bag and dropped the phone inside. I couldn’t wait to see Landon again.
The day promised to be another scorcher. It wasn’t even eight yet and the sun was already high in the sky, not a cloud in sight.
I got a taxi outside the hotel, not sure I would find my way to the convention center otherwise.
The driver dropped me outside, and I wondered if Vegas did anything that wasn’t supersized. It looked as imposing as most of the buildings I’d seen so far.
I made my way inside and looked for a ticket booth. After asking an attendant, he pointed me in the right direction, and my pass was waiting for me as promised.
The big hall was packed. There were people and cars everywhere, the noise of the crowd only interrupted by the hum of revving engines.
I had no idea where to look for Landon, and I was unprepared for how busy the car show was. I hoped he would hear his phone.
Me: I’m here.
He responded a few seconds after I sent the message.
Landon: Which entrance did you come in from? I’ll come and get you.
Me: Main entrance. I’m standing next to a red car.
Landon: On my way. Stay there.
Me: K.
I craned my neck to see over the crowd, but I wasn’t tall enough. Instead of putting my neck out, I hovered near the red car, pretending to know what I was looking at. The hood was open, and people were looking at the inside. I tried to see what was so special about it, but to me it looked like any old engine. Not that I’d seen many in my life, of course.
“You thinking of getting a Ferrari?” Landon’s voice sounded behind me.
I whirled around, and my whole face spread into a grin.
“Hey,” I said, my voice weirdly high.
