“Florida State.” Brooklyn blushes, and I wonder what that means, unless it has to do with Owen. I’m the worst at spotting people who are interested in each other, as Camille likes to point out.
This makes me think of last night again, and the flush on my cheeks probably means I’m red-faced too.
Owen lets go of the door.
“Oh no,” Brooklyn lunges for the handle.
But before she can catch it, it slams shut. Now all three of us are locked out.
“They should give us our badges,” Owen says. A gust of wind ruffles his sandy hair, and Brooklyn is definitely paying attention.
Camille was right. There will be hooking up.
“I think I’ll go get a load to be ready when someone opens it again,” Brooklyn says.
“I’ll go with you.” Owen meets my gaze. “If you get in before we’re back, have pity on us.”
I laugh. “If I get in.”
The two of them take off across the lot.
I stare at the door. Presumably, someone else will come out soon.
I wait, the chilly wind blowing my hair all around. I’m going to look a fright. I turn to watch Brooklyn and Owen walk through the parking lot.
The handle turns, and I whip back around.
But when the door opens, all the blood that warmed my cheeks a moment ago drains out of my face.
It can’t be.
No way.
A dark head of wavy hair on top of a tall, beautifully put together man emerges from the door. “I heard there were stranded people out here.”
Then he sees me.
“Whoa,” he says.
I can’t say a word.
Because right in front of me is the man I slept with last night. The one person who knows how recently I changed my virginity status.
And on his badge, hanging in front of a charcoal button-down shirt that covers a chest I remember all too well, are the words that absolutely spell my doom.
Sebastian Young.
General Manager.
Castle Hotel.
6
SEBASTIAN
Mila stares up at me like I’ve grown two heads. The utter shock on her features makes me grin. Her hair blows wildly, and I can picture it spread across the white hotel pillow.
“We meet again,” I say, sliding aside so she can walk by.