Page 62 of Destined To Fall

God, I hope not.My cell dings before I respond.

“Hold up. Who’s texting you if it’s not me?” The surprise and curiosity areclearin Laura’s wide eyes and pursed lips.

“Well, I won’t know until I check, now will I? I do have other people.”

“No, you don’t.”

I ignore the jibe and pull out my cell, instantly curbing my enthusiasm at seeing Jeremy’s name on my screen.

J: I guess you can add‘quiet as a mouse’to your resume.

“Are you remodeling your place?”

“Nope.” My lip twitches.

V: Sleeping Beauty stirs.

J: Ha ha. Thanks for the late check-out, BTW. I’m only going to be an hour late to work. :/

“Or, hmm. Travel consultant? Wait. When do you use someone other than me?”

V: Oops. You should have thought of that before booking me. FYI, you snore. Like a girl.

“Keep guessing. This is highly entertaining.”

J: I do not. Do I? You should have woken me up before you left. Wecould have had breakfast.

V: You do. It’s cute. I had somewhere to be. Besides, I wasn’t about to kiss you to wake you, Princess :P

Laura lunges for my cell, but I pull back a moment before her grubby mitts can make contact as another message comes through.

J: Did you see the bathroom? I can’t believe they call that tiny thing a shower. You would have loved it.

I snort, and Laura huffs.

V: Just remember—long, deep strokes. Unless you need a helping hand?

“Marcus! You’re still talking to Marcus, right? Is he in town?”

I shrug.“Not currently. He’s on tour for the next three months, which usually means radio silence.”

J: Lol. I already checked out. You snooze, or in your case, leave and miss out. Plus, I have two of my own. They work just fine.

V: You need two hands???

“Two macchiatos for Laura?”

I chuckle as Laura all but bursts out of her skin to get our coffees, but when I reach for mine, she tugs it out of the way, almost splashing the liquid gold on herself.

“Really?”

“I’m not giving you your coffee until you spill the beans. Who are you texting? Are you seeing someone I don’t know about?”

“You know I’m stronger and faster than you, right?”

My cell dings again, and she glares, her fingers tightening on the paper cups.“And?”

“Withholding my happy juice is going to get you nowhere. Give me the coffee, and I won’t have to hurt you.”

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