shot. I felt like an asshole and I didn’t like it. My phone buzzed, but I was afraid to see who was texting. Instead I put a pillow over my face and closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep.
A knock on the door startled me and I jumped. I’d somehow managed to fall asleep. Getting out of bed, I made my way to the door and looked out the peephole. Denver stood in the hallway, staring at his feet.
I opened the door. “How do you feel?”
“Like shit.” He came into the room and grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge. “How much of a dick was I last night?”
“You don’t remember?”
He shook his head. “I vaguely recall you coming into the bar. After that, nothing. I woke up in room that wasn’t mine.”
“Was Mesquite gone when you woke up?”
His eyebrows lifted. “I slept in Mesquite’s room? Fuck. I must have been bad off if I ended up in that prick’s room.”
“You were pretty out of it.”
He eyed me. “Where did Mesquite sleep?”
I knew what he was really asking, though, and said, “Not in here.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“But we did talk last night. And he – he’s wanting to have brunch today.”
Denver watched me and I resisted looking away. This is what he’d wanted to happen, damn it. He said that I needed to figure out my feelings for Mesquite.
Finally, he said, “I’d better leave then. Wouldn’t want to step on any toes.”
“Denver-”
Ignoring me, he grabbed his water bottle and left my room. Ugh. This wasn’t how I wanted this day to start. My phone rang and I answered.
“Hello?”
“You’re up. Good.” Mesquite’s deep voice made me shiver even through the phone. “Are you ready for brunch?”
“Give me ten minutes. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
I changed and put on some make-up. It’d have to do. I grabbed my purse and took the elevator to the lobby. I was surprised to see the ground was covered in fresh snow through the large, picturesque window that overlooked the street.
Mesquite sat in a chair off to himself.
“Good morning,” he said as he stood.
“I can’t believe how much it snowed.”
Was I really talking about the weather? Oh my god, I was that person.
Mesquite smiled. “I think we’ll be okay. According to Google there is a fantastic French bakery nearby. I know how much you like your croissants.”
My stomach grumbled at the mere mention and he chuckled. We walked outside and I slid on some ice, narrowly avoiding falling flat on my ass.
“Careful.” Mesquite said as he held onto my elbow.
He made sure I was safely in the passenger’s seat before making his way around the car. A female fan called out his name and he waved before getting in the car.
“I can’t believe she’s standing outside. It’s freezing.”
He nodded as he pulled away from the hotel.
“Yeah, she’s one of the dedicated ones. We see her a lot in this area.”
His words echoed something he’d said about another fan when we’d first met. It was hard to believe there were people that loyal to the sport. I certainly wouldn’t stand outside if it was snowing and below freezing.
“Did you miss being on the road like this while you were filming the movie?”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “It was different. The movie helped me get my mind off all of the shit going on, but it also got old after a while.”
I cringed at his words. I was part of “all of the shit going on.”
He realized his word choice and added, “Jamie, it was tough after I left Michigan. I knew then that I’d made a mistake. I just didn’t know how to fix it.”
“I know how you feel. I made mistakes that night, too.”
He reached out and took my hand into his own. We were silent as he drove. Thankfully there weren’t many cars on the road, which was a blessing when we slid through an intersection.
“Damn black ice,” Mesquite
A knock on the door startled me and I jumped. I’d somehow managed to fall asleep. Getting out of bed, I made my way to the door and looked out the peephole. Denver stood in the hallway, staring at his feet.
I opened the door. “How do you feel?”
“Like shit.” He came into the room and grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge. “How much of a dick was I last night?”
“You don’t remember?”
He shook his head. “I vaguely recall you coming into the bar. After that, nothing. I woke up in room that wasn’t mine.”
“Was Mesquite gone when you woke up?”
His eyebrows lifted. “I slept in Mesquite’s room? Fuck. I must have been bad off if I ended up in that prick’s room.”
“You were pretty out of it.”
He eyed me. “Where did Mesquite sleep?”
I knew what he was really asking, though, and said, “Not in here.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“But we did talk last night. And he – he’s wanting to have brunch today.”
Denver watched me and I resisted looking away. This is what he’d wanted to happen, damn it. He said that I needed to figure out my feelings for Mesquite.
Finally, he said, “I’d better leave then. Wouldn’t want to step on any toes.”
“Denver-”
Ignoring me, he grabbed his water bottle and left my room. Ugh. This wasn’t how I wanted this day to start. My phone rang and I answered.
“Hello?”
“You’re up. Good.” Mesquite’s deep voice made me shiver even through the phone. “Are you ready for brunch?”
“Give me ten minutes. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
I changed and put on some make-up. It’d have to do. I grabbed my purse and took the elevator to the lobby. I was surprised to see the ground was covered in fresh snow through the large, picturesque window that overlooked the street.
Mesquite sat in a chair off to himself.
“Good morning,” he said as he stood.
“I can’t believe how much it snowed.”
Was I really talking about the weather? Oh my god, I was that person.
Mesquite smiled. “I think we’ll be okay. According to Google there is a fantastic French bakery nearby. I know how much you like your croissants.”
My stomach grumbled at the mere mention and he chuckled. We walked outside and I slid on some ice, narrowly avoiding falling flat on my ass.
“Careful.” Mesquite said as he held onto my elbow.
He made sure I was safely in the passenger’s seat before making his way around the car. A female fan called out his name and he waved before getting in the car.
“I can’t believe she’s standing outside. It’s freezing.”
He nodded as he pulled away from the hotel.
“Yeah, she’s one of the dedicated ones. We see her a lot in this area.”
His words echoed something he’d said about another fan when we’d first met. It was hard to believe there were people that loyal to the sport. I certainly wouldn’t stand outside if it was snowing and below freezing.
“Did you miss being on the road like this while you were filming the movie?”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “It was different. The movie helped me get my mind off all of the shit going on, but it also got old after a while.”
I cringed at his words. I was part of “all of the shit going on.”
He realized his word choice and added, “Jamie, it was tough after I left Michigan. I knew then that I’d made a mistake. I just didn’t know how to fix it.”
“I know how you feel. I made mistakes that night, too.”
He reached out and took my hand into his own. We were silent as he drove. Thankfully there weren’t many cars on the road, which was a blessing when we slid through an intersection.
“Damn black ice,” Mesquite
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