"You first. I need to hear you come to finish."
My fingers move faster. The pressure builds. "Emmett ..." I moan.
"That's it, Trouble. Come for me."
I shatter. His name on my lips, my whole body arching off the bed. On the other end of the phone, I hear him groan. Low and desperate. My name mixed with curses.
For a long moment, there's just our breathing.
"That was ..." I start.
"Yeah."
"I don't feel as stressed."
This makes him laugh, the deep rumble rolls through my phone. "Me either."
"I'm also not sorry."
"You aren't?"
I let out a heavy sigh. "No."
"Me neither."
Silence stretches between us. But it's not awkward. It's ... comfortable. "Goodnight, Captain."
This pulls a groan from him. "Goodnight, Trouble."
I hang up and stare at the ceiling with a wide smile on my face. I'm playing with fire. But I'm not sure I care anymore, because he makes me feel good.
We're on the road to Boston again. The team is staying at a hotel downtown, I'm in the lobby waiting for Collette when Emmett walks past with Sully heading to their room.
"Jo!" Collette waves as she walks toward the elevator. "Come on!" She calls out to the boys, asking them to hold it for us. I grab my bag and head over.
"Going up, ladies?" Sully asks.
"Yeah."
I follow, trying not to look at Emmett. The space is small with two burly hockey players in it.
The doors close. "What floor?" Emmett asks.
"Twelve," Collette answers.
He presses the button. "We're on fifteen."
More silence.
Then the elevator jerks and stops. The lights flicker.
"What the ..." Sully starts.
The emergency speaker crackles. "Attention. The elevator is experiencing technical difficulties. Please remain calm. We're working to resolve the issue."
"You've got to be kidding me," Collette mutters.
I look at Emmett. He looks at me. This is going to be a long wait.
