Page 8 of Wild Night

I have a feeling that there is a lot more to this story than what I could ever find on paper. Abandoning my search for their relationship, I start looking into him. Except I don’t find much—to the point of hardly anything. I have to wonder if he truly exists or if this name is just an alias.

On that note, I pick up my phone and call the only person I know who will help me without asking any real questions.

“Ivy.”

“Piggy, got something I need on the DL.”

CHAPTER THREE

POSEY

After a hot shower,I scrounge around in the closet for a T-shirt that will cover my bare ass, considering the meager belongings I brought in my car are still in the trunk. I didn’t bother getting anything out during the wedding last night, but I am regretting that now.

Thankfully, there is a shirt long enough to cover what needs to be covered because I’m not about to put on dirty panties to do the walk of shame to my car. Instead, I do it barefoot in a faded black T-shirt that belongs to… someone.

Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, then wrench the door open. I step out into the hallway and look from left to right, but it’s quiet. There is nobody around, which is a stark difference from last night when there were people everywhere.

Padding down the hall, I go in search of the main room and the exit door so I can get my bags and put some clothes on, or at the very least, a bra and panties. Moving both quickly and quietly, I make my way toward the main room.

I let out a sigh of relief that there aren’t any extra hallways for me to get lost in, and I find the bar area easily. I don’t remember the main room at all last night. I was too lost in the moment with Ivy, lost to him, to the taste of his lips.

All I remember is that it was a bar.

Nothing else.

But what I don’t recall is that this bar had bodies all over it, and those bodies I don’t remember are all over the floor in various stages of undress. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.

I’m not sure if I should be feeling uncomfortable, but I’m not. They had fun last night, and that’s all that matters. Good for them and also good for me because none of them are awake enough to notice as I sprint through the room and toward the door.

Slipping outside, I practically dance on the gravel parking lot. I didn’t remember it being so rocky yesterday, but barefoot, it freaking hurts. I hurry to my driver’s side door, open it, and pop the trunk.

I drag my bag out of my trunk, not recalling how heavy it was. Or maybe I just have a freaking hangover. I tug the handle up to drag the bag behind me and head back into the bar.

Unfortunately, I am not as lucky as I was the first time, and there is someone not only awake but dressed and watching me from across the room. He’s a tall blond and, just like most of the others, so damn good-looking that it makes me ache.

He dips his chin in my direction, then clears his throat and makes his way toward me. I pause as he approaches.

“I’m Viking,” he announces.

I don’t know what to think about that, so instead of saying anything, I give him a smile.

“Posey,” I say, although I’m pretty sure he knows exactly who I am, considering Dakota made sure to introduce me to every breathing person in this place last night.

He doesn’t say that, though. Instead, he gives me a small smile, then closes the distance between us and reaches for the handle of my bag, taking it from my grasp.

I watch as he tugs it behind him, walking away with my stuff. I’m frozen in place, and for a moment, I stare at him, wondering what the hell is going on. Something inside of me shifts, and my body jerks as I quickly follow behind him.

He drags my bag back to the same room where I spent the night last night. The obviously empty room that is likely just for guests. Maybe I should try and stay at the motel in town. I remember passing one yesterday. Once I get dressed, I might just do that. I don’t want to be a bigger burden than I already know I’m going to be here.

He wheels my bag to the side of the bed, releases his grasp, then turns to face me. He lifts his gaze to meet mine. I pause, my body tight, and not just because I had such amazing sex that I’m not used to having, and I’m sore. It’s tight because I can tell he’s going to say something.

He has something on his mind and the tip of his tongue, and I’m not sure I’m going to like it. Sucking in my breath, I hold it for a moment waiting for this stranger to speak. To tell me whatever it is he’s thinking.

“You wanna tell me why you’re here?” he asks.

Well, that’s not too bad. But I don’t.

I don’t want to tell him anything, but instead of sayingthat, I say nothing. Tilting my head to the side, I watch him and try to think of something to say. I don’t want to tell this stranger anything.

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