Page 95 of Crash
Unlocking the screen, I deleted the texts and placed the phone back onto the bedside table.
Closing my eyes, all I could see washerin his bed and wondered how I was ever going to feel happy again.
As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what Dr. Ormond would make of this. I bet she could write a novel of her own.
Imagine that.
Thirty-Six
Lincoln
I’d tried calling and messaging Violet until I was blue in the face.
I’d even walked the halls on every floor and asked at reception, but they weren’t at liberty to give me guest information. If she was here at the hotel, then I wasn’t finding her.
Eventually, I went back to my room to wait it out until morning. Then I’d call Ren and ask her if she’d find out where she was. I was running out of options real fast.
Finally, my phone began to ring, and I snatched it up, hoping it was Violet, but when I saw Josie’s name, I groaned. It was almost three a.m., so I knew I was about to cop a serve.
Answering it, I said, “Listen—”
“No, you listen,” she snapped. “What thefuck wereyou thinking? She’s in love with you, Lincoln. I could see it all over her face and you’ve got another woman in your bed?”
“It’s not like that,” I retorted, the word love rolling around in my brain.
“Then how is it? Because to me, it’s pretty clear.”
“I ended it with her months ago.Before Violet.It wasn’t anything serious, just—”
“You stuffed it up because of a fuck buddy?I can’t even.”
“I never promised her shit, and she turns up here out of the fuckin’ blue…”Exactly the same time as Violet.Fucking Andrea. She knew all along and had been planning to break us up.
“Sounds like she thought she had something with you,” Josie said. “You’re too nice for your own good. You’re exactly like your brother you know. He’s dumb, but you’re fuckingdumber.”
“Fuck, Josie,” I cursed. “I love Violet.I love her. Tell me how to fix this.” I screwed my eyes shut as I felt tears begin to well. Fuck, I was crying now? Fucking pussy.
“I can’t tell you how,” she said with a sigh. “But I can tell you that she’s booked on a flight back to Melbourne at ten a.m. tomorrow morning.”
I sat up straight. “What airline?”
“It’s the same time as your press conference.”
“So fucking what,” I snapped. “What. Airline.”
“Linc, you’ll be in big trouble with the sponsors if—”
“Fuck,Josie.” I pinched the bridge of my nose.
There was a pause before she said, “Qantas. And,Linc?”
“Yeah?”
“Ash is with her, so you better get ready to have your ass beaten.”
I grunted.
“I’ll put out a statement to the press and try to do what I can to save your ass from being kicked. It’s a big risk, Linc.”
