“MacCallam Lockwood Tate,” I whisper, unable to stop a smile.
What are you watching? I text back.
Come back and I’ll show you.
Have work to do. Tell me.
Work? You’re on a holiday.
Chewing my lip, I decide to give him a little insight into my plans. Trying to find a way to stay longer.
In that case, I’ll survive my poor entertainment choices.
Smiling, I walk over to sit on the sofa. Resting my head on my hand, I wipe the stubborn tear from my eye and force myself to have hope. Touching the screen quickly, I text, What have you chosen this time?
You’ve Got Mail.
Grow a dick, MacCallam.
I love it when you use my full name.
Snorting a laugh, I roll my eyes. You’re not watching that.
Come make me turn it off.
Not tonight.
A few seconds tick by, and I look over at the television. Picking up the remote, I change the channel until stupid Meg Ryan appears. This movie is so dumb, I text.
Gotcha. What are you wearing?
Slanting my eyes, I think of our first night. Changing clothes.
Send me a tit pic.
No!
Smart girl. I’d make that shit my wallpaper.
Still no Prince Charming, I reply.
It’s Playboy Prince, sugar tits.
I laugh again, rolling my eyes. Goodnight, MacCallam.
Goodnight, beautiful.
With a sigh, I push off the couch, switch off the television, and walk slowly to my bedroom. I consider calling Reggie, but I have no idea what to say. It’s not like I can ask him straight out what he’s got up his sleeve. Instead, I pull up our last text exchange searching for any clues. It’s only questions about how it’s going with Rowan, or “CPR,” and me.
“I’ve got to get something on him. I’ve just got to,” I whisper, plugging my phone into its charger and walking into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Our pickup time for the ball is an early six thirty, bu
t Cal says it’s because the spectators like to cheer and watch as the racers board the yacht.
“It’s going to be on a yacht!” I call to Ava as I stand by the wet bar waiting.
I’m having a glass of champagne, careful not to spill it on my filmy red designer gown. It’s knee length, and the halter-top shows off my shoulders. It also has a large, upside-down triangle cutout ending at my lower back. I seem to recall Cal liking such details, and I confess, I like his hands on my skin.