Page 32 of One Wild Night
Chapter 7
Scott reached for her,but his hands came away with nothing. The realization made him sit up quickly and look about theroom.
What time isit?
Damn.He looked over to the silver clock on the wall and saw it was nearly eleven.Shit. How had he slept for solong?
“Babydoll!” He called out for her, hoping she was in the bathroom, but he was met withsilence.
He was supposed to be ready for pre-wedding family photos in an hour. The wedding was at 2:00, but there was a lot planned beforethat.
Margo would be getting readynow.
Scott got up and walked through the suite looking for Abi. To his dismay, he saw that she’d left. He was hoping she would have stayed, but maybe she went to be with Margo. She was, after all, her maid of honor, so he had his fingers crossed that that was all itwas.
He knew it was D-day for them but hadn’t acknowledged it assuch.
Although he should have been getting dressed, he sat back on his bed to take a few minutes tothink.
The last two days were supposed to have been just fun. The old him would have considered it as such, and he might have been persuaded to now if the woman of thought wasn’t her, hisBabydoll.
Scott would be some kind of idiot to think of all that had happened as just fun. It wasn’t. He didn’t know at what point it stopped being about fun, but that point had already come, and they had already turned into somethingmore.
He didn’t want this to be some kind of fling or some kind of hookup with his ex during his sister’s wedding. It was more than that. It was crazy to have even had thatthought.
Last night was something else. It felt like some sort of energy and force had filled him as if all that he felt for her was gathered into one mass of emotion and that he couldn’t get it all out. That was the best way that he could describe it, and all he knew was that he wanted to be withher.
He’d been thinking about on the journey yesterday. There were three weeks before the summer camp. He was supposed to go rock climbing with the guys but he’d pass and spend those weeks in New York with Abi. The biggest chunk of his time for the rest of the year would be taken up by the camp, training and, of course, he’d be playing when the season kickedoff.
During that time while she may not see him during the week he’d mapped out his weekend travel to New York. Depending on when he was playing he was sure he could fit time in to seeher.
Whatever happened he would make sure things would be different this time if she gave him the chance. He knew he was going out on the limb, making an assumption that she wanted to be with him, but he also knew how he felt. Scott knew he couldn’t be without her. He didn’t even want to contemplate it and he hoped that she felt thesame.
On that thought, he got up again and started gettingready.
* * *
Abi did a good job of disguising her puffy eyes with her Chanel concealer. She did that before arriving at the bridal room where she was getting ready with the rest of the bridalparty.
The artist had doneher makeup beautifully and, like the rest of the bridesmaids, she had her hair rolled into something Romanesque with loose tendrils caressing the edge of her cheeks and white lilies that matched her bouquet adorning the back. It was beautiful and complimented the peach-colored dress she wore. It made her feel like aprincess.
The others looked amazing, too. There was Alana and Elizabeth -- who were Margo’s older cousins -- and Rachel -- one of Margo’s workfriends.
Margo, however, was the very definition of beauty. The Vera Wang gown she wore was stunning, and she lookedbreathtaking.
It was hard not to cry -- harder because Abi had spent the morning crying overScott.
At the thought of him, tears threatened to come again, but she held them back. She didn’t think the makeup artist would be too happy if she had to redo hermakeup.
Margo came over to her and smiled the smile of a woman in love who was over-eager to get married to the man of herdreams.
“Hey, can we talk?” she asked Abi and motioned for them to gooutside.
“Sure.” Abi nodded, putting on a braveface.
They walked out onto the patio and sat in the white wicker chairs that added to the ambiance of thescenery.
“Are you okay?” Margo asked, running her hands over her dark mane ofhair.
