Page 93 of Broken Hearts
“No chance.”
She glances to Kota “I’m sharing a bed with Dakota.”
“It’s cool.” She waves her off. “You two can have the bed and the room. These two won’t be sleeping in our room, anyway.” She points to Reagan and Ginny. “And I can find somewhere to crash.”
“That’s settled then.” I scoop her up in my arms.
“I can walk, Rhett.”
“I know, angel.”
But having her in my arms makes me want to punch something a whole lot less.
* * *
“I’m sorry.”Sienna sits on the bed, her back resting against the wall.
“It’s fine. I don’t really feel like celebrating.” I toss my hat and run my fingers through my hair.
“I meant about Carrie. Are you okay?”
I ignore her question because I don’t know the answer right now. I open the mini fridge. “Do you need anything? Water? Food?”
“Just for you to sit down. I’m okay. You don’t need to worry about me.”
With a sigh, I go and sit beside her on the bed. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I know.” Her hands cup my face. “I’m so sorry.”
“It doesn’t feel real.”
She smiles sadly. “If you want to be with your family or by yourself, I’ll understand.”
I kick off my shoes and drag my legs up so I’m beside her on the bed. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
* * *
I thoughtI’d have trouble sleeping, but I drift off while Sienna runs her fingers through my hair, letting me stew in silence, and I don’t wake up until the sun shines through a crack in the curtains.
I ease out of bed carefully so I don’t wake her and pull the curtains together, shrouding the room in darkness.
Dakota lets herself in as I’m pulling on my jeans.
“Sorry,” she whispers. “I thought you two would be up.”
“She should sleep as long as she can. What time are you guys leaving?”
“Noon.”
I nod. “I need to go talk with my parents. You’ll be here?”
“Yes. I’ll keep an eye on her.” She walks forward and hooks an arm around my neck. “I’m really sorry about Carrie.”
“Thank you.” I grab my shoes and glance back at Sienna.
My parents are in the lobby when I walk down. My mom looks like she’s been crying all night and I don’t know why, but it sets off my barely-contained rage.
I grind my teeth as she hugs me.
