Page 93 of Holding You
“I think that’s going to be easier for me than it will be for you.”
She points at me.
“Because you say things like that.”
“I think you like it when I say things like this.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
She smiles and I wink at her.
“Alright, fine. Let’s just … relax for the next two days.”
“I can do that,” I tell her.
“Good.”
“Yeah.”
“What should we do first?”
“Well”—I twist to look around the room.—“what do you do in your free time?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Fair.”
“You?”
I chuckle. “It’s not appropriate for this conversation.”
“We’re both adults.”
True.
“I’d probably get off.”
Silence follows.
“I walked into that one, didn’t I?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
“Cool.” She perks up and then marches to her bag and opens it.
“I’m going to take my things and get ready with Grace and Brooke.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she says and is out the door in the next minute.
The bathroom sinkis running when I come back to the room a couple of hours later.
With Ruby gone, I’d taken the free time to meet Linc and Dutton downstairs for a drink and to gamble a little before we needed to change and meet the others for dinner.
“I’m back,” I announce so that I don’t freak her out when she realizes she’s not alone anymore.
