Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“Don’t be ridiculous.” A smirk found its way on to my lips. “It was just a freak thing, baby. Tomorrow will be better.”
“You say that, but that’s what we said about today. Given my current state…” She shrugged her shoulders to emphasize the fire blanket around them. “And the fact that I still haven’t eaten anything, I’m not holding my breath.”
I frowned. This was not at all what I had in mind when I planned this trip, and I hated to see Georgie looking so defeated.
“Hey, silver lining,” I interjected, trying to lighten the mood. “At least neither one of us was standing in the lobby in Mr. Handsome red underwear while the fire department was putting out the fire, so that’s something to be thankful for.”
Giggles escaped her lungs. “Oh yeah, thank goodness for that. A real highlight of the night.”
“C’mon, baby.” I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go upstairs to our new suite, order some room service, have a little ‘thank goodness we didn’t die in a fire’ sex, and call it a night.”
She grinned over at me. “I’m on board with this plan.”
It didn’t take long before we were in the elevator and heading up the twenty floors to our new room.
“Just promise me something, okay,” she asked as we rode upward. “Let’s just keep things simple for the rest of our time here. No grand gestures. No sweetheart dinners. This is officially just a trip since anything related to…you know…is cursed.”
Christ. Now she was even avoiding the words Valentine’s Day.
“You’re not cursed, baby,” I reassured her. “Tonight was just a hiccup in what will be a fantastic, sex-filled weekend getaway. But yes. I promise, everything will be simple from here on out.”
“A hiccup?” She burst into laughter. “I have to give it to you, Kline. Your faith and fortitude to disprove the curse are admirable.”
“There’s no curse!” I exclaimed, chuckles mixing with my words.
Georgia just rolled her eyes, but thankfully, didn’t refute my proclamation.
One day, I would set her straight about this superstition.
The elevator dinged our arrival, and when we stepped into the hallway, my phone chimed from the back pocket of my pants.
As we walked down the hall and toward our suite, I pulled it out to find a new text.
Wes: Hey, man. How is Cabo treating you?
My eyebrows pinched together as I double-checked the sender. Wes was not the type of guy to check in after I’d forced him to give Georgia the time off. He was the type to grumble and ignore and make sure he got me back with subtle retaliation until the day I died. It was definitely him, though, and he was checking in, so maybe age was starting to soften him up a little?
Me: Hey, man. Well, considering Georgie and I are headed to our second room of the trip in less than 24 hours of being here because a fire broke out in our room, I’d say it could be going better.
His response chimed in mere seconds later.
Wes: A FIRE? What the fuck are you talking about?
Me: A hibachi chef came to our suite, and the damn grill caught on fire. The fucking fire department even had to come. It was nuts, man.
Wes: Tell me you’re joking.
Me: From my lips to God’s ears, Wes. The resort even had to evacuate temporarily while the fire department got it under control.
Wes: Holy fuck, man. Is everyone okay?
Georgie was sliding out of her heels and contorting her body to try to unzip her dress, and I had no doubt she was going to need my assistance soon. My fingers to the keys of my phone, I shot off one last text, eager to get this conversation over with and move on to the only good thing we’d been able to count on so far—really hot sex.
Me: Everyone is good, man. Not exactly the night we planned, but it’s all over now. Talk to you later.
I dropped the phone on the table by the door to our new suite and unbuttoned the top of my shirt.
Then, I put all of my focus and attention on the most important thing—romancing my beautiful wife.
New York, late Thursday night, May 25th
Drinks flowed from the bar.
Patrons danced and sang along to the live band.
And the beautiful women inside the establishment appeared ready and waiting for ole Thatcher to make his move.
There was no doubt about it; the Raines Law Room was hopping. But while I waited anxiously to hear how well all my plans for the lovebirds in Cabo had turned out, it all became white noise.
In no time at all, I excused myself from a conversation with a flirtatious, redheaded woman in a tight black dress and headed out of the bar to make a quick call away from the jovial commotion.