Page 14 of One Time in Paris
“I remember that part.” Isla groaned and curled up on the bed, tucking her knees in and covering herself with a blanket. “But what happened after that?”
Davy shrugged. “I don’t know. You guys sat there talking and drinking, and then I left because I was so excited about the Paris idea.” She got up, a wide smile on her face. Plopping down beside Isla, she continued. “Speaking of which, I was up all night working on that. I pitched Antony, and he called me already. He loves the idea, Isla.Loves it.And with you and Aiden on board, he’s completely sold to move forward with a contract.”
Uh...what?
“Pitched what idea?” Isla blinked up at her, brow furrowing.
“Don’t you remember?” Davy gave her an odd look. “The Paris thing. You and Aiden and I sat talking about it for like a half hour. Then you two walked me back to the hotel so I could work on the pitch.” She touched Isla’s face gently. “My God, how much did you have to drink last night?”
Then they’d never met up with the rest of the bachelorette party?
Isla scanned her memory, the fuzziness of it all now even more alarming. Bits and pieces were at the fringe—like Aiden kissing her—but a complete picture?
What was the last thing she remembered?
Or even the last thing she remembered drinking?
A slick feeling broke out on the back of her neck, averydisturbing thought occurring. “I feel like I might have been drugged last night.”
Davy’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding?” Then her chin dipped. “Aiden? Isn’t he like family?”
“Oh, gross. First of all, no.” Isla squinted at her. “His sister-in-law’s sister is my sister-in-law?—”
“Say that ten times fast.”
“Exactly. But no, we’re not anything. Now, mybrotheris one of his best friends, but that’s about it. But. . .Aiden? Drug me?” Isla squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think straight.
Would Aiden really do something like that?
He’d been reckless as a teenager—sure. The troublemaker of the Camden brothers.
But drug me?
She’d woken up in his bed.
That had been shocking enough.
How well did she really know Aiden?
Her palms grew clammy as she tried to think harder. He’d rescued her from that creep and then?—
Isla’s eyes flew open.
“He walked me back to the table, and then we sat and had those drinks Kelsey and Blair brought before the Eiffel Tower thing. I gave one to Aiden since no one drank any...” Isla made a weak attempt to sit and peered at Davy. “Did you drink any of those?”
Davy shook her head. “But, I mean, Kelsey and Blair got them. They wouldn’t put anything in our drinks, and I sat with them the whole time.”
“Yeah, but they didn’t drink them either, did they? They left for the Eiffel Tower right away, while I was gone.”
Concern frosted Davy’s expression. “You think it was those drinks?”
“That’s the last thing I really remember, Davy. Sitting at the table with you, drinking those drinks. Then. ..nothing. I don’t remember talking about any Paris thing with you at all. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
A crestfallen look came across Davy’s face, but she flicked it away. “That’s not important right this second. It had to have been Aiden, Isla. No one else came near those drinks.” She lowered her voice, then touched her hand gently. “Did you have sex with him?”
Isla curled her arms around her waist, a heavy feeling of violation roiling her gut. “I don’t remember. And he says he doesn’t either. We just sort of...woke up together.”
How could I let this happen?
