Page 73 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
“Alright.” Her tone says she doesn’t believe me. “I’ll talk to you later.”
We hang up, and I shut my laptop. Usually, I would already be dolled up and ready to hit the town, but right now, I have zero interest in that.
That’s not the only thing that seems different on this trip. I love to travel. Everything about it is so whimsical and fun…most of the time.
This time, though, everything has seemed rough and inconvenient. I have been annoyed at every slight thing, and I’m ready to go back to Lilly Leaf Falls.
It doesn’t’ help that I had to jump on a plane when things were in such flux with Drew. Okay, they were only in flux in my own head, but I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that I actually like this guy.
That hasn’t happened since Aaron.
Maybe Dylan was right. Maybe I just need to keep going to see where the train takes us.
Good God, what is happening to me? It’s not that I really even know him all that well.
I guess we couldgetto know each other better.
My head hurts from all the back and forth I’m doing with myself. If I’m going to get any sort of clarity, I’m going to need some food.
I pick up the phone in my hotel room and ask to order room service. All I get is a recording that room service isn’t available, and that I should check out the bar and grill that’s on the lower level.
“Of course,” I mutter to myself before throwing on my shoes and heading downstairs.
Once there, I place a carryout order with the hostess, and she advises me to wait in the bar until it’s finished.
Don’t mind if I do.
Since I’ve got a few minutes to kill, I order a whiskey sour. I get distracted watching the TV for a moment until a deep voice next to me grabs my attention.
“Are you a big baseball fan?” He asks, seeing what I’m watching on the television.
I look over to see a gorgeous man. Think if Jason Momoa and Henry Cavill had a baby.
“Not even a little bit,” I answer his question.
“Me either. I’m more of a football fan myself.”
“Don’t care for that either,” I say.
He laughs. “That’s alright.”
My food shows up, and I take a lengthy swig of my drink.
The hot guy says, “Would you maybe want to eat that down here with me? I’d love to buy you another drink and get to know you better.”
The way he’s looking at me tells me he doesn't have any interest in getting to know me better. That’s not what he’s after.
Usually, I would jump at the chance to go to bed with this guy. Hell, I even considered it for a moment when I saw him.
But ultimately, I have zero interest. All I want to do is go back to my room, eat my food, and call Drew.
Oh, yeah. Something is definitely wrong with me.
I give a polite no thank you and head back upstairs. When I’m in my room, I pick at my food but seem to have suddenly lost my appetite.
I finally push it aside and grab my phone and punch in a number. Moments later, Dylan answers.
