is killing me and they don't-"
"Why didn't you text me to get them."
"Because you were busy." Her bark was worse than her bite.
He pulled the phone from his ear and let out a long sigh. She didn't see him as anything more than an asshole. Otherwise, she would have come down and asked him to go with her, or for her.
"Be careful. I'll see you when you get back. Stop by the bar and let me know you're safe."
"Right. Will do, boss." The phone went dead.
A growl left him that had an elderly couple moving to the other side of the sidewalk. Why did women have to be so damn sensitive?
Ben walked out of the hotel. "Everything okay?"
Damon slipped his facade into place. "It's great. She's just running to the store."
"Ah. All right, boss. See you in the morning. Good talk."
Ben turned and walked back inside as Damon lifted his face toward the sky and tried not to condemn her to an ass-chewing when she got back. Why in the world she would leave the hotel without telling him was a mystery.
"She's an independent, strong woman. It's one of the many things you love about her," he huffed as if combating his own thoughts. "You do. You love her. Period.”
Chapter 14
Bethany
He wasn't in the room the night before when she got back, and she didn't have the desire to go after him. A sadness settled on her that still held her tightly as she woke Saturday morning. The text from Ben she'd failed to see the night before showed that the team decided to meet up at six that morning. It was almost eight by the time she woke up.
Damon wasn't anywhere to be found, but his suitcase was open, and the smell of his skin was on the bed next to her. She got dressed quickly and called Ben as she walked from the room. Her issues with Damon would have to be solved later that evening when she could get him alone for a heart-to-heart. Hopefully kissing and making up would be a part of it, but nothing was happening in the bedroom until she got him to come to the table on why he was being such an unbearable ass.
"Good luck," she muttered as Ben picked up the phone.
"Hey, Bethany. Sorry about the late text. No worries about not making the six o'clock pow-wow, it was a different team anyway."
"I feel like crap for not making it. I fell asleep early. My stomach was killing me."
"Yeah, Damon told me."
"Is he down there with you guys?"
"No, and most of the team has already headed over to Zarpeth's main office. I was cleaning up a few things. You want to meet me downstairs and we can take a cab together?"
"That sounds great. I need to get a coffee."
"There's a shop at the bottom of the client's building. It's a nice underground food court thing."
"I'll be downstairs in ten minutes." She jogged down the stairs, not paying a bit of attention to her heels. She'd learned to run in just about anything during college seeing that being late was something she was good at. She'd gotten better over the last few years, but the issue still seemed to linger.
She checked her phone to see if Damon left her a message and found nothing. A text from Jake said that he'd been to the doctor and he was healing nicely. She texted back quickly congratulating him as her chest constricted painfully. Why hadn't Damon asked about her stomach, or commented on leaving early?
He was pulling back, and didn't seem to care that she had no choice but to notice.
She swallowed her emotions and walked out of the stairwell to find Ben standing near the door. The dark purple blouse she had on accented her grey skirt and jacket well, leaving her to feel professional and well put together. Too bad her insides didn't reflect all that confidence.
"You look pretty today. You sleep well?" Ben asked as he moved up beside her.
"Thanks. I actually slept well once I fell asleep." She forced a calm expression on her face and tried to hold back the tears that kept threatening to blur her gaze. She needed an hour to let herself go before facing a room full of strangers that were supposed to
"Why didn't you text me to get them."
"Because you were busy." Her bark was worse than her bite.
He pulled the phone from his ear and let out a long sigh. She didn't see him as anything more than an asshole. Otherwise, she would have come down and asked him to go with her, or for her.
"Be careful. I'll see you when you get back. Stop by the bar and let me know you're safe."
"Right. Will do, boss." The phone went dead.
A growl left him that had an elderly couple moving to the other side of the sidewalk. Why did women have to be so damn sensitive?
Ben walked out of the hotel. "Everything okay?"
Damon slipped his facade into place. "It's great. She's just running to the store."
"Ah. All right, boss. See you in the morning. Good talk."
Ben turned and walked back inside as Damon lifted his face toward the sky and tried not to condemn her to an ass-chewing when she got back. Why in the world she would leave the hotel without telling him was a mystery.
"She's an independent, strong woman. It's one of the many things you love about her," he huffed as if combating his own thoughts. "You do. You love her. Period.”
Chapter 14
Bethany
He wasn't in the room the night before when she got back, and she didn't have the desire to go after him. A sadness settled on her that still held her tightly as she woke Saturday morning. The text from Ben she'd failed to see the night before showed that the team decided to meet up at six that morning. It was almost eight by the time she woke up.
Damon wasn't anywhere to be found, but his suitcase was open, and the smell of his skin was on the bed next to her. She got dressed quickly and called Ben as she walked from the room. Her issues with Damon would have to be solved later that evening when she could get him alone for a heart-to-heart. Hopefully kissing and making up would be a part of it, but nothing was happening in the bedroom until she got him to come to the table on why he was being such an unbearable ass.
"Good luck," she muttered as Ben picked up the phone.
"Hey, Bethany. Sorry about the late text. No worries about not making the six o'clock pow-wow, it was a different team anyway."
"I feel like crap for not making it. I fell asleep early. My stomach was killing me."
"Yeah, Damon told me."
"Is he down there with you guys?"
"No, and most of the team has already headed over to Zarpeth's main office. I was cleaning up a few things. You want to meet me downstairs and we can take a cab together?"
"That sounds great. I need to get a coffee."
"There's a shop at the bottom of the client's building. It's a nice underground food court thing."
"I'll be downstairs in ten minutes." She jogged down the stairs, not paying a bit of attention to her heels. She'd learned to run in just about anything during college seeing that being late was something she was good at. She'd gotten better over the last few years, but the issue still seemed to linger.
She checked her phone to see if Damon left her a message and found nothing. A text from Jake said that he'd been to the doctor and he was healing nicely. She texted back quickly congratulating him as her chest constricted painfully. Why hadn't Damon asked about her stomach, or commented on leaving early?
He was pulling back, and didn't seem to care that she had no choice but to notice.
She swallowed her emotions and walked out of the stairwell to find Ben standing near the door. The dark purple blouse she had on accented her grey skirt and jacket well, leaving her to feel professional and well put together. Too bad her insides didn't reflect all that confidence.
"You look pretty today. You sleep well?" Ben asked as he moved up beside her.
"Thanks. I actually slept well once I fell asleep." She forced a calm expression on her face and tried to hold back the tears that kept threatening to blur her gaze. She needed an hour to let herself go before facing a room full of strangers that were supposed to
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