Page 83 of Coast to Coast

“He’s been saying that all week,” Kelsey told Sam.

Ohp. He saw and wanted them to know.

I backed up further and headed back to my room on the third floor just as a text from Mariana popped up.

Mariana: Hey, I know it’s not my place, but can you slip away for a couple of days?

Me: What’s wrong?

I immediately panicked. If Mariana was asking me to travel, something had happened.

Mariana: I just think Tom needs a friendly face.

What wasn’t she saying? And what reason did I have to be here right now? Ugh, and Crew just outed us. My brain was spinning fast, and while I didn’t want to deal with the possibility of being outed to my bosses, I knew I needed to lay eyes on Tom.

Fuck it. He was more important than a paycheck. This was more than a job.

I typed out a text to Monica.

Me: How quickly can you get me on a flight to Florida?

Monica: You know, I could get you there in less than five hours. When can you be at Logan?

Me: In an hour. Wish me luck. We’ve been outed by Crew. I’m useless here. And I can think of absolutely zero reasons not to crawl into bed with my guy tonight.

Monica: Oh fuck. Okay. I’m on it, but you gotta tell Sam and Kelsey.

Me: Got it. Wish me luck.

Kelsey and Sam both stared at me when I barreled into the kitchen.

“Hi, Kiwi!” The cutest little traitor yelled from his seat.

I ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head before I turned my attention to Sam and Kelsey.

“I need to go to Florida,” I said. Two sets of eyes turned full focus on me.

“Is Tom okay?” Kelsey asked, immediately understanding why I needed to go.

“He is, but it’s the first long stretch. And, well, it’s not like you guys really need a nanny.”

The two of them had an entire conversation with just their eyes, both nodding before Sam responded. “You can be back here in two weeks to travel with Crew to Vancouver?”

I nodded, “Of course.”

“Okay. We’ll see you in two weeks,” Kelsey said.

“Thank you,” I said before turning and heading to the stairs to pack my bags.

“Hey, Callie,” Sam called.

“Yeah?”

“Be good to him. He deserves to be happy.”

My chest squeezed hard, almost painfully.

“Yes, he does,” I said, my eyes welling up as I took off to my bedroom to pack.

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