Page 78 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
Blake and I get all our shit together and head to the front desk.
“This place is pretty amazing,” I tell him honestly.
“Yeah. I’m happy with it,” he says with a smile. I just wish the smile was in his eyes as well. I hope he’s making the right decision with this.
I should tell him.
“Hey,” I say softly. “I know we’re only a few days out, but it’s never too late to change your mind until you do it. I hope you realize that.”
“I don’t want my kid to be in a single-parent home.”
“Because that’s worse than a home with parents who aren’t in love with one another? Who aren’t happy?”
“For a guy who couldn’t even stay married for a week, you sure have a lot to say about it,” he says.
“You’re right.” I back off. “Sorry.”
Blake gets his room key, has them store his golf clubs, and storms upstairs. I hate that I upset him.
“How can I help you?” the desk attendant asks.
“Reed, checking in.”
“You’re lucky we have the rooms ready. Check-in isn’t until four o’clock.”
We do all the paperwork and identification stuff, and she hands me my key. “The other party has already checked in.”
“Other party? Like, the other people in the wedding party?” I ask.
Duh, I know that, lady; they were with me when I arrived. You just checked Blake in.
She looks confused. “Yes.”
“Thanks.” I head up the stairs, eager to take a shower. I didn’t get vomit on my clothes, but I still feel gross. And I’m wet.
I get to my room, open the door, and head inside. I kick my shoes off and throw my bags on the luggage rack.
I hang my wet pants over a chair and my wet shirt over a lamp. I don’t see a closet anywhere, so that will have to do for now.
I stop and listen. It almost sounds like someone is in the shower. Thin walls. Won’t bode well for Blake on his wedding night. I snicker.
It wouldn’t bode well for Brie, either.
I have to stop thinking about her.
I push the bathroom door open, frustrated. And realize a couple of things, all at once, and all too late.
The bathroom isn’t empty.
The showerwason.
Brie is stepping out of it in all her beautiful, naked glory.
I don’t have any clothes on either.
The woman can scream loud.
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