Page 80 of Holiday on the Rocks
Before I knew what I was doing, my feet sprung toward the front door. I grabbed Clint's suitcase from the floor and headed toward the stairs. “Follow me.”
I looked over my shoulder as Royce glared at me. No way in hell was his room going to be next to hers. I'd burn the fucking house down before that'd happen.
Evan followed us. “So Clint, how's everything going?”
My head nearly exploded when I looked back to see him grab Allie’s hand. “Not as good as it should be. I find my new life is missing something.”
While I was certain my head would explode at any second, my only hope was that after the explosion, a sharp piece of my skull would pierce through dickhead’s heart like a sword ending him.
At the top of the stairs, I turned left; he was going to be in the room next to mine, about as far away from Allie as possible. That’ll show the bastard who shows up unexpectedly trying to get her back.
Well, technically that was me too, but whatever.
At the very end of the hall, I opened a door and there was a room nearly identical to mine except for the bedding which was baby blue and white. Seemed appropriate for the pussy behind me.
“Here we are.” I walked over and tossed his suitcase on the bed and pointed to the window as if I were a tour guide. “And look at this view. Just splendid.”
Evan popped a brow.
“Thanks, Levi.”
As I looked at the smiling jerkoff in front of me who acted like he didn’t know who I was, it hit my gut wrong. Allie dated this guy and never mentioned us? Like ever?
We all know when we start dating someone the questions are asked about the past. And she left me entirely out of the discussion? The husband she had for a hot minute? Sure things crashed and burned in the most horrific way possible, but not even in the discussion?
Allie stood in the doorway, and he took her by the hand, again, and nodded as Royce and Evan walked toward the door. He wanted everyone to leave them, and it was happening as panic swelled. “Uh, Evan, weren’t we all going to do some paintball gunning out back?”
Evan stopped and turned back to me. “We were?”
I enthusiastically nodded. “Yeah.” I motioned to Evan. “Look at this guy.” I slapped him on the back. “He forgets everything.” My laughter was solo. “So, uh, why don’t we all meet downstairs in five minutes?”
Cockalorium Clint looked at Allie and back to me. “I think I’ll pass. Paintballs hurt.”
I took a quick step toward him. “Nah. I saw they had jelly balls so no pain. Rach and Lexi even said they’d play.”
They had not, but I was 110% certain they’d be up for anything involving guns and me.
“I don’t?—”
I couldn’t stop my legs from stepping closer. “Come on, you’re not a pussy, are ya?”
He looked bewildered. “Well, no?—”
I slapped him on the back with a little more force than I’d intended. “Alrighty then, see you two downstairs in five.”
My eyes slid over to Allie who quickly looked away. No sooner had my feet hit the hall than the door shut behind us. What in the living hell had transpired in the past twenty minutes? This was some raggedy bullshit.
While a part of me wanted to be as far away from whatever was happening behind the door as possible, my legs weighed five thousand pounds as I grabbed Evan’s arm.
“She can’t be in there with him.”
Royce’s eyes rolled. “Says the guy who snuck into her room every night back in the day.”
I ignored the true statement as Royce walked away.
“You have to relax, buddy.” Evan shrugged. “The Vrbo guy said there were coveralls in the garage somewhere for paintballing. Come on.”
Finally, something that regulated my breathing; my gun pointing at Clint.
