“I freaked the next morning and ran out, then realized I was at my house and had to go back in. He could tell I was freaked and said he’d give me time to sort it out. But, yesterday I had coffee with Shane and Reardon walked in and got the wrong idea.” Zoey’s eyes widened and I explained, “It was just as friends, and because I lost a bet. Not a big deal. But, Reardon left, mad, and I can tell he’s still upset because he’s been all closed off today.”
When I paused, Zoey shifted her eyes down to the hand on her mouth, silently asking me if she could talk now. I nodded, and she said, “I didn’t even know you changed you mind about him, and now you’ve kissed him and had sex? You don’t tell me anything.”
“This is the whole reason I didn’t want to get serious with him. Now, he’s being weird, and you’ll be weird. What if we don’t work it out?”
“How was it?” Zoey asked, ignoring my rant.
“I think I called out to baby Jesus when I came,” I replied wryly, causing her to snort.
“Talk to him,” she urged. “Everything will be fine.”
“He seems pretty intent on ignoring me. What if he doesn’t want to talk?”
/> “You said he was pissed about Shane, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then he’ll talk,” she assured me. “He was probably hurt. Did you try calling him to explain after he saw you guys?”
I shook my head and sighed at her look of disappointment.
A knock on the door had us both swinging our heads when we heard a stewardess call out, “Excuse me, there’s only one person allowed in the bathroom at a time. I need you to exit the restroom.”
“Maybe they think we’re trying to join the mile-high club,” Zoey said with a giggle.
“Ewww,” I replied. “Incest.”
“They don’t know we’re sisters.”
“Still, you’re obviously pregnant. I wouldn’t diddle a pregnant lady.”
“No, you’ll just diddle a hot drunk guy who totally likes you at my wedding, then run out and not call him.”
“Harsh,” was my reply.
“Talk to him,” she said again, then the banging got louder.
“Ladies, you need to exit the restroom now!”
“Open the door,” I hissed at my sister, then gave the glaring stewardess an apologetic smile as we stumbled out. “Sorry.”
I followed Zoey down the small aisle back to our seats, where Reardon didn’t even spare me a glance as I settled back in.
“Must be a good book,” I said, not quite keeping my frustration out of my tone.
“Yup,” he replied without looking up.
Chris shifted to look at me curiously, then laid back and closed his eyes again.
He can fall asleep anywhere, I thought jealously as I shifted and tried to find some semblance of comfort.
I’d just have to go with my initial plan and wait until we could grab some time alone, then I’d corner Reardon and make him talk to me.
I turned my head, my eyes taking in his profile, before another memory flashed and I closed them before he could catch me staring.
“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” Reardon said, his mouth on my throat. Then he trailed his lips up my neck and across my jawline, before his eyes burned into mine and he worshiped my mouth.
Chapter Twenty-Seven ~ Reardon