Page 37 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
Blake points at me with his chin. “Ms. Stewart called you that.”
“Not in front of you,” she retorts. Damn, the girl is quick.
My mind starts racing, wondering if I called Becca by her name since we landed. Did I? Maybe I did. I can’t remember.
“Then it must’ve been in the paperwork Mr. Stewart sent,” Blake shrugs.
Okay, that does make sense. I know my father would be very detailed in his giving instructions about my care and, by extension, my friend’s. Becca doesn’t have a comeback to that, so I relax. I really need to pay attention to things.
The doors to the elevator open up. This has been, by far, the longest damn elevator ride I’ve ever been on. It makes me want to take the stairs from now on.
“This is you,” Puck stops us all in front of a hotel room door.
He slaps the flat of his hand against the wood two times. He then snatches the key card from Becca’s hand and sticks it in the slot.
“Go in,” he tells her when she stands frozen in the doorway. With a quick push from him, she is in, and the door is closed in my face.
“What in the world just happened?” I wonder out loud. Now I’m scared. Maybe Becca was right to ask all those questions.
The headache I’ve been nursing since we left the airport is now a loud pounding in my head.
“I’ll walk you to your room, too,” Puck puts an arm out for me to start walking, pretty much blocking my view of Becca’s door.
“I want to make sure my friend is okay first,” I protest.
Puck and Blake look at each other with amusement, Blake actually rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.
“Trust me when I tell you, babe,” Puck winks at me in the same way he did earlier. “Your friend is fine.”
Blake snorts. “Quite the understatement, brother.”
Puck starts cracking up and puts his fist up for them to bump. “Legit.”
My heart is beating out of my chest, and now that I take them both in, I decide that even though they are dressed to the nines in the best button down shirts, dress pants and shoes money can buy, something just feels off about them.
“Would you have a drink with me?” Puck asks out of nowhere.
“What?”
“Just one drink. And I’ll make sure to convince you Becca is safe in there,” he moves his head toward the door through which the person in question disappeared.
“I need to call my dad,” I blurt out.
“Please do,” Puck winks at me while Blake just shakes his head at him.
I dig my cell phone out of my bag and tap on my father’s name inContacts.
“Emily,” his voice grumbles in my ear after barely one ring. “Everything okay?”
“Uh,” my eyes bounce between Puck and Blake, not quite sure what I can say in front of them.
“Are you with Sully and Puck?” Dad barks at me, seemingly impatient.
“I am.” My voice comes out almost in a whisper.
“I am in the middle of something very important right now, Em,” he explains, sounding quite rattled to be honest. “So, pay attention to what I’m telling you, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper again.
