Page 59 of Irresistible Second Chance

“Holy shit,” I said to myself reaching for a hand towel. I wiped my face slowly letting the words sink in. I was in love with Chris. When had that happened? I didn't need to think back too far...I’d always loved Chris. I couldn’t even think of a moment when I hadn’t. He’d been my first love in life and my only love.

With shaky hands, I reached for the water again and splashed my face. I needed to talk to Chris. I needed to tell him how I felt. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he felt the exact same way. Every time he looked at me, I saw love in his eyes. And I had rejected him twice already when all he wanted to do was love me. I was an idiot.

I texted him. “Hey, can we talk?”

He texted back simply, “Kind of busy now.”

My eyes narrowed. Busy with what? Or rather with whom?

“It’s an emergency,” I texted back. Ok. It wasn’t. I was being dramatic.

“Not much of an emergency if you’re texting me instead of calling.”

Ugh. When did he become so ornery?

I picked up my phone and dialed his number. It rang several times and then went to voicemail. I growled. Was he screening his calls and deliberately ignoring me?

“You suck, Chris.”

I tossed my phone down, quickly got dressed, and with wet hair dripping all over my clothes, made my way back to the lobby. “Excuse me,” I said to the attendant from earlier. “What room is the man I came in here with?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, who?”

“Chris Covington,” I said to clarify, “We came in here earlier together.”

“Did you have a reservation together?”

“No,” I said knowing full well she remembered that.

“Then I can’t disclose that information, ma’am.”

“Are you kidding me?”

She shook her head, “Our guests’ privacy is our top priority.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I repeated.

“I’m one-hundred percent serious, ma’am. May I suggest, you call him instead.”

“I would but he’s not answering.” I felt like a stalker then.

She tried to hide her smirk but failed, “Perhaps he’s busy or doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Wow, I didn’t think of that,” I couldn’t help the sarcasm that dripped from my voice. “You’ve been really helpful, thank you.” I turned and walked away vowing to write a review and leave her one star. She was the worst.

I went back to my room and called Starr. “Hey, what should I do if Chris is avoiding me and won’t return my calls?”

“Aren’t you in Ohio with him? Just corner him somewhere, declare your undying love for him when he least expects it and then kiss him. It’s not that hard.” I could hear the girls in the background laughing at something. Life was so simple as a child. Then you grew up and just screwed up repeatedly, I thought morosely to myself.

“I don’t know what room he’s in.”

“Oh. You want me to call him for you?”

“No! I don’t want to seem desperate.”

“You sound desperate, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.”

“Of course, you do,” I said. “And this wasn’t any help at all.”

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