Beckett
Seems I’m missing a pillowcase.
Presley
…
Anticipation flooded his veins.
Beckett
Wondering if you’ve seenit?
Presley
I can look. Maybe it accidentally
got mixed up with my things.
Beckett smiled.“Accidentally,” my ass.Pillowcases didn’t fall off the pillows. Plus, she had responded. That was a good sign.
Beckett
Guess you owe me more than Band-Aids
Presley
I’ll FedEx you some
He laughed. He did that more with her in his life. Enough playing.
Beckett
I miss your face, Presley.
Presley
I miss yours, too.
Relief swamped him in such a rush, he felt light-headed. Okay. If she missed him, too, he could work with that. They weren’t finished. There was still a chance, and this time, there was no way he wasn’t taking it.
He left the text on “read.” There were things to do. In about an hour, he’d know if he was the biggest idiot ever. He could always go back to Smile. It wasn’t going anywhere. But if Presley felt the way he did, it wouldn’t matter where he was; he’d always be home.
Thirty-Eight
Presley was nervous. She all but ran into the hotel, hoping she could see Beckett before starting her shift. But Ms. Twain caught her before she could even ask the front desk about a Mr. Beckett Keller staying with them.
“You’re early, and so is he. Good job.”
Presley stared at her boss. “What? No. I came in early to take care of something.”
Ms. Twain didn’t even look up from the computer screen. “Yes. Your client. I’ve already checked him in for you. He’s here on business. Resting at the moment—but I’m sure he’ll want to meet you.”
Fine. She could juggle both. She’d go meet the client, address his immediate needs, then she’d just call down to the front desk, hope Breanna answered, and get Beckett’s room number.
Ms. Twain glanced up, frowned. “You’re not in uniform.”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Or quit on the spot. This woman grew more infuriating with every interaction. “Again, I’m early, so I was going to change once I got here.”
