Page 26 of Wild Weekend
“One minute,” I call down.
I duck back into the hotel room and rummage in my purse until I find a scrap of paper and a pen. I scribble a quick note for Will and leave it on the bedside table.
With one final glance around the motel room, I pull the door shut behind me.
10
WILL
The line for the Breakfast Breaker stretches around the corner. I curse under my breath as I join the line. I’m wasting pressure minutes that I could be with Stella.
I’m still reeling from our session this morning. How perfectly we fit together. How right she felt in my arms.
How I wanted to hold her tight and never let her go.
The thought of leaving her in an hour makes my chest tighten.
I’ve never met anyone like Stella before. She’s thoughtful and funny, and she makes me feel things in a way I never have before.
I’ve spent the morning wishing we lived closer so we could get to know each other and see if this could work. But as I stand in a line of hungover bikers, the realization hits me.
I don’t need to see if this could work. I already know, deep in my bones, that Stella is the only woman for me.
I want to wake up next to her every day. I want to come home to her and make love to her and make her smile every day of my life.
I don’t care what it takes. We’ll find a way to be together. Maybe she’ll want to move to the mountain, or I’ll come to her. Whatever it takes, this isn’t the end of our story.
My heart feels lighter, and I can’t wait to get back to the motel room to see if she feels the same. And if she does, then I’ll do whatever it takes. If I have to up and move to the Sunset Coast, I’ll do it.
It takes a good ten minutes to get to the front of the line, but I’m not coming back empty-handed. I order two double bacon sandwiches and a large coffee just how she likes it.
I’m humming to myself as I grab my order. I can’t wait to tell her how I feel and figure out how the hell we’re going to make this work. I’m sure she feels the same. There’s no denying the connection between us.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I stop at a bench to put my coffees down and take the call.
It’s Maxine, and she’s got a client desperate to talk to me. His deposition hearing is next week, and he’s freaking out about it.
I take the call and spend ten minutes reassuring him and going over our approach. Finally, the man’s calm and I’m able to hang up.
It’s been over twenty minutes since I left Stella, and I wonder if she’s still waiting for me in bed, warm and soft.
The parking lot is busy as guests pack up their bikes and hit the road. I take the stairs to the walkway two at a time and push open the door to the hotel room.
The bed’s empty and the covers have been hastily pulled up.
“Stella?”
Her bag is gone, and the room seems empty without her clothes strewn everywhere. She must be loading up the bikes with Cleo.
I put the food and coffee down on the table, and my fingers brush a piece of paper with writing scrawled across.
My gaze darts over the writing.
Will,
Thank you for the most amazing fling ever.
I’ll never forget you.
