Page 158 of Tangled up in You

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open onto the seventh floor. The layout of the rooms threw him off-balance. He’d been used to staying in cramped quarters, everyone sleeping six to a two-bed room. This...

“Found it,” Cam said pointing to the corner room. He didn’t wait. He swiped his card through the reader and when the lock disengaged, he pushed into the room.

“What the fuck? Who the hell are you?” A guy snapped, kicking Archer out of his stupor.

“Who the fuck are you?” Archer said, dropping his gear near the table before stepping up beside Cam. “This is our room.”

“The fuck it is,” the guy said. “This is our room. We have keys.”

Obviously, or else they couldn’t have gotten into the space. He took in the guy's state of undress and the fact he’d been lighting the fireplace, whoever was with him, hadn’t been there long. No more than twenty minutes.

“Looks like we’re sharing,” Archer said. “We have keys too.”

“Like hell!”

The door to the room Archer hadn’t even seen opened and the face of the girl—woman—he’d fallen for all those years ago stood there, half naked, holding something multicolored in her right hand. Fuck, Sasha looked good. Really fucking good. Her naturally blond hair had been dyed a chocolate brown, causing her violet eyes to pop. She’d always been slim, especially if she wanted to fly around the rink like she did, but there was a toned physique there, too. He bet if she flexed, she’d have a sexy little six-pack going for her.Stop thinking about what she looks like fully naked.

Her soft gasp caught the others’ attention. “What the fuck?”

“Holy shit... Sasha?” Not his best material, but he figured since he’d been imagining her naked, going with. Shocked worked better in their situation.

“Hey, guys,” she said, jerking her arm behind her back. “Long time no see, huh?”

“Why are you both half naked?” Brody narrowed his eyes. Leave it to him to point out the obvious.

“If I had to guess, they were about to play hide the pickle,” Cam smirked at her, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Question is, who’s doing the hiding?” He motioned between her and the guy with her.

He was going to kick both of their asses. “Long time no see, Rogue.”

She cleared her throat, trying to act unaffected by them, but Archer knew better. He saw the cracks in her façade. The shock, sure, but there was also a glimmer of something happy. Or so he hoped. “So, do any of you want to explain what the hell is going on? Why are you in our room?”

Archer lifted his chin. Two could play that game. He’d give her space. Allow her to adjust to them being back in her stratosphere. Then he’d ask her the questions he’d held onto for the last ten years. Like why she never texted or called them. Shecould have. They never changed their numbers. “You mean our room?”

Right on cue, Brody and Cam held up their cards as well. A knock came at the door before the beep echoed around them. The door pushed too, revealing two more people and one of them Archer could never stand, more so after Sasha’s accident—Trent Holder.

“As I live and breathe,” Trent said with a menacing chuckle, locking his gaze on Sasha.

Archer took a step toward Trent, but the other newcomer stepped around Trent and curled his lip as he pulled off a pair of expensive leather gloves. He dressed in Dior. Had a pearl necklace around his neck and a superior look of disdain in his shit-brown eyes. Archer knew the piece of shit immediately. US Figure Skating Champion, Julian Simms.

Fuck. Could this day get any more messed up?

“What the hell is this?” the guy snapped, “Fucked up past, day?”

At least the guy said what Archer hadn’t yet. “Sounds about right.”

“I see you still whine like a bitch, Wyatt,” Julian said while Trent kept his ominous gaze locked on Sasha.

“This is not fucking happening,” Sasha mumbled. “I’m going to go back into my room and all of you are going to be gone when I come back out. I probably fell asleep on the way here. When I wake up, Wyatt will be demanding I get out of the car.”

“Hate to break it to you, girl, you’re wide awake.” Trent chuckled. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for the last ten years.”

“The fuck you have,” Brody said, getting to the asshole before Archer could. “I don’t give a flying fuck what key you have, but this room ain’t where you’re staying.”

Trent turned his non-plussed express on Brody and chuckled. “Seems this was the last semi-empty room. We got the last two keys. I think we’ll be staying.”

“Get the fuck out,” Archer said. “Take the twink with you.”

“Which one?” Trent sneered, staring at the guy without the shirt, who’d looked like he’d seen a ghost.

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