Farris exits the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and walks over to the bed. I’m still lying there naked, reading my phone, when he walks over to me.
“I’m ready for round two,” he says, leaning down and kissing my neck.
“That would be amazing, but I gotta go and get some tampons,” I say, standing.
He backs away like I have the plague. How does a doctor hate the thought of a woman on her period? Makes no sense to me.
“Fuck, you bleeding? I didn’t see any blood?”
“Yep.” I go to my bag and find an everyday dress I can throw on and slip on my flats before grabbing my purse. “I’ll be back. I may stop and get some chocolate. You know, periods and all. Don’t wait up.”
He nods and climbs in bed. “I’ll be asleep anyway.” After he stops talking, he turns over and is asleep before I can even walk out the door.
As soon as I’m out, I bring up Lucas’s number.
Where?
He types back straight away, telling me his hotel and his room number, and I reply instantly.
On my way.
This could be the stupidest thing I have ever done, but I’ve never claimed to be smart.
And sometimes, we just don’t think clearly, right?
Today is one of those days.
Chapter Thirteen
Lucas
Keir didn’t look happy when I said I was leaving, so I didn’t end up going out for long.
Luckily for me, I don’t care.
I had better plans.
Plans to see her.
And believe me, they were plans I didn’t want to miss. It just so happens her brother rocked up at my work at the exact time I was working out what to send to her.
“He wants work,” Sergio says. “I’m pretty sure he’s using, and he has a big gambling debt.”
Well, I didn’t expect that. How did Chanel let this happen? She was always all over her brother, trying to save him. Yet, here she is in Vegas engaged. I wonder what happened in the two years since I’ve seen her?
“Just keep him occupied,” I tell Sergio and hang up. I sit in my room, waiting for Chanel to arrive. She’s taking her sweet ass time, and I’m becoming impatient. I’m almost ready to call her when a soft knock comes on my door.
I’m at the door and opening it in less than a second. Chanel’s standing there, her phone in her hand and her lips pursed. She’s wearing a blue dress that stops short on her thighs, and I can smell her. Her scent is drifting toward me, and it’s intoxicating.
“What’s with the sour look?” I ask, waving for her to come in. It’s best she doesn’t stay in the hall drawing attention to herself.
“I’m not here to stay, Lucas. Tell my brother to leave. That you don’t have any work for him.”
“Get inside before anyone sees you.”
Chanel scans the hallway, then walks in, and I shut the door behind her.
“Now, about your brother?”