Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Would you do that?”
He’s quiet for a moment, so I open my eyes and find him grinning at me.
“If I knew who they were, then hell yes, I would do that, but I don’t remember.”
“Indigo Lovejoy was one,” I reply immediately. “And, unlike the rest of you, he didn’t laugh when you said what you said. I like Indigo. He’s a nice guy.”
“You have a good memory.”
“Hell yes, I do.”
“Who else was there?”
“Tanner wasn’t there. I don’t know where he was that day. There was a kid named Mark. Or Mike. Mick?”
“Mitch,” he supplies. “I haven’t thought about that guy in years. His family moved away in the tenth grade. I wouldn’t know where to find him.”
“You’re clearly not a woman. We can find anyone on the internet in about ten minutes if we have their first name and cup of coffee. But it’s fine. I’m just kidding.”
“I’m not. I’ll call Indigo tomorrow.”
I laugh and shake my head. “No, don’t make it weird.”
“We’re way past that, sweetheart.”
My heart stumbles at the term of endearment, so I close my eyes again, keeping it to myself.
“If I fall asleep in here, don’t let me drown.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
Knock, knock, knock.
I open a bleary eye and then sit up straight in the bed in a panic.
“Shit.” I shove at Apollo, who’s still asleep. “Wake up. Someone’s at the door.”
“I’ll get it.”
“Shh,” I hiss. “No, you have to hide.”
“Fuck that.”
“Hide, you moron.”
“Just crack the door open.” He flings the covers over his head, and I blow out a breath, wrap myself in the robe the inn offers guests to use, and walk to the door. After taking a slow breath, I open the door just a crack.
“Hi.”
Luna grins at me. “Hey. Good morning. Sorry if I woke you, but I wanted to bring you some coffee to get your day started. We’ll be serving breakfast starting in thirty minutes, but you’ll have a couple of hours to come down for that in case you want to sleep some more. I know we were all up late.”
“Uh-huh.” I eye the coffee.
“I’ll just bring this in and set it down.”
“It’s okay. You can set it there, and I’ll get it.”
Luna narrows her eyes at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, you just woke me up, and I’m out of sorts. Thanks for the coffee.”
“You’re welcome.” She sets the tray on the floor, but before she turns to leave, she asks, “Hey, have you heard from Apollo?”
“Uh, no. Why would you think that? I just woke up.”
“I knocked on his door, but he didn’t answer. Maybe he went for an early morning run on the beach or something.” She shrugs.
“Maybe he’s just sleeping and didn’t hear you knock.” It seems reasonable enough to me, and thankfully, she nods.
“You’re probably right. Okay, see you at breakfast. You don’t want to miss it.”
“Thanks.”
I wait for her to disappear, and then I retrieve the tray from the hallway. Apollo is sitting up in the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, grinning at me like he’s the cat who ate the canary.
Which is a really lame phrase, but that’s totally what he looks like.
“Don’t be so smug.”
“I’m absolutely smug,” he replies and takes a mug from the tray. “You didn’t kick me out this time, and I got to wake up with you next to me.”
“Hey, this is my coffee. Yours is outside of your room next door.”
“Fine.”
Naked as the day he was born, he gets up, checks to make sure the hallway is clear, and then leaves. A few seconds later, he walks in with another tray.
“You have to stop walking around this inn naked. Someone will see. What if Luna installed cameras in the hallway?”
That makes him pause. “Did she?”
“Not yet.” I grin. “But she’s gonna, so you might want to stop. Also, I didn’t kick you out last time. I woke up, and you were gone.”
“You told me to go.”
“I absolutely did not.”
He scowls over at me. “I distinctly remember you saying, go.”
“Was I asleep? Because I do talk in my sleep.”
“No, you—” But he stops talking and then shakes his head. “Well, shit.”
“Yeah, we have to get better at the communication thing.”
He pours himself some coffee and takes a sip. “I wonder what’s for breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Me, too. Mira’s making it, so whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be delicious. I’m hoping for cinnamon rolls and bacon. There has to be bacon, right?”
“Not so fast.” He takes my mug away, and I glare at him.
“I’ve killed men for less than that.”
“Sure you have, tough girl.” He sets both mugs aside and then cradles my face in his hands. “How are you today?”
“Hungry.”
“How are you after last night?”
“I’m great. Good. Doing well, thanks for asking. How are you?”
“Damn happy.”
There’s that word again. Happy.
“Yeah. Me, too.”
“Good. No regrets?”
“Not yet, but if you don’t give me back that mug, the regrets will set in real fast.”