Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Well, Wade and Wesley got into a fight over it! And Wade took off. Wesley kicked us all out! We didn’t have anywhere else to go, so we came here,” she says in a rush as if it explains her shitty behavior.
“Yeah, so? Wade’s a pussy and can’t stand up to his asshole brother.” I sneer. “That’s not Kyla’s fault either.”
“Thank you,” Kyla whispers.
Hayden glares at me for a few seconds, then blows out a breath. “Sorry, Kyla,” she murmurs. “I just wanted everything to be perfect tonight.”
“Like I didn’t?” Kyla screeches. “I’m mortified!”
“Okay, okay.” I hold out my hands like I’m reffing a fight at The Castle. In fact, I kinda wish I was.
“Sorry we interrupted you guys,” Kyla says to me.
“It’s okay,” I assure her. “You did the right thing coming to us.”
They’re not in any condition to leave, either.
Fuck. I can’t stay here. Spending the night with my girlfriend is one thing. Staying in the same room with her and her drunk, underage friends is out of the question.
I grab my bag, then crook my finger at Molly, motioning for her to follow me into the bathroom. Once we’re inside, I pull jeans, socks, and sneakers out of my bag.
Molly’s gaze follows my every move. “I’m so sorry about this.”
“It’s okay.” I try to ignore the way she watches me change out of the shorts but god damn, it’s a turn-on having her eyes on me. “I’m going to run downstairs and see if I can find some saltines and ginger ale to settle her stomach.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t open the door for anyone except me.” I nod toward the bedroom. “And don’t let them leave.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Fair enough. I don’t want you to leave the room, okay?”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” I lean down and kiss her cheek.
Outside our room, more people than I’d expect to see at this hour are wandering the hallway. I double-check the door locked behind me, then head for the elevator.
Downstairs, the small hotel grocery store is manned by an irritated-looking employee. Ignoring his watchful glare, I pick up a box of crackers, a sleeve of Oreos, four small bottles of ginger ale, and a bottle of Tylenol. At the register, I grab two bananas out of the bowl on the counter.
The clerk recites a total equal to what I spend on a week’s worth of groceries. I charge it to our room, grab the small paper bag he hands me, and return upstairs. I knock lightly, then use my key card to open the door. The security chain jerks the door to a stop.
“Hang on!” Molly says. “Sorry.” She undoes the chain and opens the door.
“Don’t apologize. I want you to keep that lock on.” I hand her the bag. “Try to get them to eat something and take the Tylenol before you all go to sleep. There’s more water in the fridge. Make sure you drink a lot, okay?”
“Okay.” She peers into the bag, then gives me a soft smile. “Thank you.”
“You got it.”
“You’re really going home?”
“Eh.” I want her to get some rest, and if I tell her I’m planning to camp outside her door, she’ll want to stay out there with me. “I might go sleep in the car.”
“Griff,” she protests.
“I’ll be fine.” I glance over her shoulder and lower my voice. “What room is Wesley in?”
She frowns. “Why?”
I stare at her, waiting for an answer.
She sighs. “I’m not sure. A suite on this floor, I think.”
That shouldn’t be too hard to figure out.
“What’s going on, Molly?” Hayden joins us. “Hey, Griff.”
“You feeling better?” I ask.
“Meh.” She shrugs, then eyes the bag in Molly’s hands. “What’d you bring us?”
“Nothing that exciting, but try to eat and drink something before going to sleep, okay?”
Hayden nods quickly. “This is so dumb. We’re all crowding into one bed when Wesley has a whole two rooms to himself down there.” She tilts her head to the left.
“Oh yeah?” I play dumb. “Two rooms, huh?”
“The last door on this side of the hallway is actually a two-room suite,” she explains.
“You rent that? Or did he?”
“Wade got it.” She pouts. “I feel so bad he left after spending all that money.”
I couldn’t give a fuck less about Wade’s finances. “I’m sure he’ll work it out with his brother.”
Hayden shrugs, takes the bag from Molly’s hands, and spins away, returning to the bedroom. “Snack time, girls!” she shouts.
Molly wraps her arms around my waist. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I know, Muffin.” I return her embrace and rest my chin on top of her head. “Take care of your squad. They need you right now.”
She chuckles softly and squeezes me tighter. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” If I don’t go now, I’ll never leave.
I need to call Remy and have him meet me here. There’s a certain asshole we need to have a conversation with—of the fist-to-mouth variety.