And I liked it.
No. I loved it.
Screw the phone.Screw everything.
It was a good plan until the phone buzzed again. I didn't want to wake her, so as gently as I could, I pulled away and fumbled beside the bed until the phone, still vibrating, was within my grip.
When I saw the display, I frowned.Bad timing.And that was an understatement.
I hit "ignore" and climbed out of bed. With the phone still in my hand, I made my way into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. The phone buzzed again within thirty seconds.No surprise there.
I answered with a curt, "What?"
On the other end of phone, Flynn said, "What's going on?"
I looked toward the bed. Through the bathroom wall, I couldn’t see it. But the image was clear in my mind. His future little sister was lying naked in the sheets.
Flynn didn't know.
Of this, I was certain. I replied, "You tell me. You're the one who called." Under my breath, I added, "Three fucking times."
"Yeah? Well maybe if you'd answer, I wouldn’t keep dialing. You were supposed to check in at six, remember?"
I did.But there was a reason I hadn't. And the reason was lying naked in the next room.
Flynn and I had a system. He was my backup, the guy I'd call if things went South.They never did. Not yet.
Still, as part of my routine, I texted him on a schedule that I provided in advance. If he didn't get a text, that meant I was in trouble, which meant that it was time for Plan B.
And now I was being a dick about it.
I didn't want to be.
I thought of Becka in the next room. She was naked and sweet. The sooner I finished with Flynn, the sooner I could return. Envisioning her in my arms, I explained, "Sorry, I got tied up."
"Fuck."
"What?"
"Just tell me."
I frowned. "Tell you what?"
"First, where the hell is she?"
I didn't ask who he meant. It would've been an insult to his intelligence and mine. I replied, "In the hotel."
It wasn't a lie. But the full truth? It was better left unsaid, at least for now.
"Whose room?" Flynn's voice hardened. "Hers? Or yours?"
It was a dangerous question.
We had a code, and I'd broken it. I wasn't sorry, even if I should've been. Still, I wasn't going to mess things up for Becka if she didn't want her sister to know.
Technically the hotel room wasn't hersormine. It wasours. And I liked it that way. I replied, "Don't ask."
He groaned. "Fuck."
