“Yes.” She turned fully around in her booth. “Please proceed.”
I rubbed my temples. “Why is everyone like this?”
Cris leaned forward. “What happened after?”
“I had a plan.”
“What plan?”
“To never see him again.”
The woman behind me gasped.
Cris clutched her chest. “You slept with a man that hot and planned to never see him again?”
“That was the idea.”
Morgan narrowed her gaze. “What changed?”
I sighed. “Emergency contact forms.”
“Explain,” Alex said.
“I put him down on a form at the B&B.”
“Why?”
“He was in the room with me, and I assumed it wouldn’t matter.”
The woman behind me leaned forward. “It mattered?”
“Yes,” I said. “It mattered.”
Cris grabbed my arm. “What happened?”
“I fell.”
They all froze.
“You fell?” Jamie asked.
“Yes.”
“And they called him?”
“They called him.”
Morgan slapped the table. “They called your one-night stand as your emergency contact?”
“Yes.”
The woman behind me swooned dramatically. “Romantic.”
I groaned. “It was not romantic.”
“What did he do?” Jamie demanded.
“He showed up.”
