Page 42 of Puck Blocked
I wonder if she’d do it. If she thought she could end him, would she?
I haven’t mentioned that I have people looking for him. I want to be able to tell her that I found him first. That he’s no longer a threat to her because he’s no longer breathing. I want her to be able to sleep at night without waking up screaming. I want her to know peace again. To be happy and content, and not doubt her decisions every other second of the day. But I also know that will all take time. And I won’t be the one rushing her.
We pull up to the front of the hotel, and I jump out and head straight for the bar.
“I’m gonna stop by my room and call Kathryn and Graycee. I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit,” Gray says.
I give him a nod and King and I keep walking. It takes less than a second to spot her inside the bar. It’s not like it’s hard. Montana fucking stands out like a siren. She’s stunning.
I make a beeline for her, wrap my arm around her waist from behind, lean down, and whisper into her ear. “I fucking missed you.”
The moment she hears my voice, her body relaxes into mine. Montana turns in her seat. Her arms circle my neck and her lips press against my mouth. “Probably not as much as I missed you.”
“More,” I say, briefly kissing her again. “You look fucking stunning. Breathtaking. Beautiful.” I step back, holding her arm out and twirling her around so I get the full view.
“Thanks.” She gives me a shy smile.
“You know you’re crashing girls’ night, right?” Liliana huffs.
“I don’t care,” I tell her.
She glances behind me and then around the bar. “Where’s Travis?”
I look to King. Travis said he wanted to stop by a store to pick something up for his girl. We have no idea what, but he did ask us not to spoil the surprise. So I shrug a shoulder and try to play it off. “Last I checked, I wasn’t his keeper. You were.”
“Guy’s getting up there in age, Lil. Takes him a little longer to change, shower, and dress himself after practice, you know,” King adds.
“You two are hiding something.” Liliana directs an accusatory finger from me to King. “You’re both shit at lying. What’s he doing?”
“No clue.” I shrug again.
“Enzo, do your thing. Torture the information out of them,” Liliana tells her cousin.
“Pass,” he says. “Pick up your phone and call him like a normal person, Lil.”
“Now there’s a rational solution to your problem.” King’s laughter is cut off when Aliyah slaps his chest.
Then she turns to Liliana. “Okay, go find Travis. Tell him to get his ass here, or we’re leaving without him.”
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“To see a show.” She smiles.
When Aliyah said we were going to see a show, I don’t know what I thought it would be, but burlesque wasn’t it. Montana is smiling, though. She’s enjoying herself and that’s all I care about.
“I love your smile,” I tell her.
“Thank you.” She leans into my side.
“I want to see it. Every day. Forever.” I kiss her temple and she looks up at me.
“Forever is a long time, Luke,” she whispers.
“When it comes to you, forever is not nearly long enough,” I say, before an idea comes to mind and I grab her hand. “Let’s go.”
Without a thought, Montana follows me out of our seats. “Where to?” she asks as I lead her through the theater.
“I want to do something.”
