“What’s wrong, Raegan?” she asks coming to my side. “Are you still hurting?” She’s looking me over for any damage, and I have to use all my will power not to roll my eyes.
“I’m fine.” I try to discreetly sniff, but she knows me too well at this point.
“You’re not fine; tell me what’s going on.”
I’m about to be on a trip with the most curious person, but I know her concern and heart are in the right place.
“Let’s get on the road and then we can talk,” I suggest and gather up the last of my things.
“Oh, umm, there’s something I need to tell you,” she says wringing her hands. This can’t be good.
“Ohhh-kay?” I drawl out.
“We aren’t driving anywhere…”
“Then where are we going?”
“Well, to the airport at least,” she quickly adds. My eyes narrow for her to continue. “We’re flying!” she exclaims then bounces on her toes. “And Ivy is meeting us there!” she squeals and hearing her say Ivy’s name makes me squeal just as loud. We haven’t gotten to see each other since she was last here and talking on the phone isn’t the same.
Once we’ve calmed down and loaded our things into the cab taking us to the airport, I pour my soul out to her while we board our first plane from the Abilene airport. She only squeezes my hand over the console and lets me get it all out.
“Honey, I really think you might be overreacting on this one. I’m sure it’s a lot of pressure being the boss and the weight he must carry on his shoulders. Maybe you can sit him down when we get back from our little trip and talk it out. I’m sure that there is a reason for him being so distant.”
I know she’s right I just hate that we aren’t on the same page as we were before the accident. Leaning back in the comfy seat, I close my eyes and let sleep overtake me.
Right before drifting off, my thoughts start to wonder. Where has Sutton decided to take us on our trip? She refuses to let me see our boarding passes, and I didn’t pay attention to the screen at the gate when she scanned them in. All I know is that we are catching a connecting flight in Dallas where Ivy will be waiting.
~Present Time~
The pounding in my head increases and that’s when I realize that it’s also someone beating the fuck out of the door. My bedmate stirs slightly, but doesn’t wake up.
Shit, she must have drank an entire fish tank to not wake from the noise coming from the other side of the door.
My eyes gaze around the room and take inventory, trying to spot my boxers or something that I could use to cover myself with. Swinging my legs over to the side of the bed, I see the offending clothing half under the coffee table over in the sitting area of the room. While I’m pulling them up, another round of pounding has commenced again at the door.
“Christ! I’m coming!” I yell.
I swing the door open and am met with a very put out Havoc.
“Dude, how the hell did you end up in one of upper suites?” He tries to move to come in, but I block his attempt. He gets the gesture and moves back into the hallway. “Well, we don’t want to keep the girls waiting too long at the buffet, so put some clothes on quick, and let’s go.”
His phone buzzes and the screen flashes Sutton’s name and picture. He’s about to answer it when a voice behind me gets both our attention.
“Are you coming back to bed?” a soft but sleepily voice asks.
Both Havoc and I whip our heads over, and I try my hardest to block the door to keep him from seeing her.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Stone? Who the fuck was that?” he spews, but I let it go for now and try to ignore it. My head feels like it’s going to crack open at any minute. I’m in need of some pain relief.
“Buffet, one hour and I’ll explain everything.” I try to close the door but he puts his foot to where it won’t close.
“There better be one fucking hell of an explanation for this!” He shoves a finger in my face.
“One hour,” I say again then slam the door closed.
I furiously rub my temples as I rest my head on the closed door. A soft hand comes up and starts circling my shoulders massaging me, easing the tension in my body. Turning around, I find her naked and grab both her wrists in my large hands.
“You need to get dressed,” I say looking at her face and not letting my eyes wander any lower.
