“Aren’t all the best ideas concealed as bad ones?” Parker raises a brow and waits impatiently for what I’m going to do. “Go now or you’ll miss him.”
I glance back at the exit and picture him waiting in the elevator for me.
“I need another drink,” I mutter.
“You’re going to regret this,” Parker warns as I slip from my chair and move toward the bar.
“Nothing good can come of it,” I say as she steps up beside me.
“Ladies, are you trying to run away from me?” Linc says from behind us when he returns.
“If only we could,” Parker mutters.
As Linc gestures for the server, Parker leans closer and whispers in my ear. “You’ll forever regret not taking this chance, and I refuse to allow you to live with that.”
“It’s too late now,” I argue, my chest constricting. She’s right.
“It’s never too late.”
Before I have a chance to say anything, Parker turns to Linc and smiles up at him like he’s the best thing to ever grace the planet.
My brows furrow, because that is far from what she thinks of her brother’s best friend.
She’s up to something.
Adrunken laugh erupts as I walk down the hallway almost twenty minutes later, counting the numbers on the doors until I find the one I want.
Eight-three-two.
I should have known the second Parker smiled at Linc instead of sneering at him. But it worked because he told her their room number without little thought.
“Fuck,” I hiss, shaking my arms at my sides as I begin to second-guess this decision.
I thought I made the right one earlier when I didn’t follow him.
But Parker is right.
If I don’t make the most of this opportunity, it may never happen again.
This might be my one and only shot for a repeat.
He knows who I am, and it seems that he still wants me regardless of the consequences.
Blowing out a shaky breath, I smooth my hands down my jeans, fluff up my hair, and give the girls a jiggle. I’m wearing his jersey, there isn’t exactly anything on show, but still. I feel better about myself once I’m sorted.
“Just do it, Casey. Worry about the consequences tomorrow.”
Rolling my shoulders, I hold my head high and lift my knuckles to the door.
My knock sounds like a gunshot in the silent hallway.
When nothing happens and there’s no movement inside the room, I begin to panic.
What if I read that entire situation wrong?
What if he didn’t want me to follow, after all?
“Fuck.”
