Page 13 of One Time in Paris
Stick to the lie.“Isla isonlya friend. I’ve known her since she was a girl.”
“Well, she’s clearly not a girl anymore, Aiden. She’s a grown woman, and you seem to have finally noticed.” She smiled patiently. “Anyway, we’ll be in touch. Enjoy the rest of your trip.”
Blessedly, she let herself out.
Aiden sank onto a sofa, his stomach churning.
If only there was a way toproveto Lola that nothing had happened. For Isla’s sake.
But I don’t even know if nothing happened.
The gap in his memory was seriously alarming.
So much for one carefree night. He’d woken up with no memory, a pissed-off ex, and Callum’s sister in his bed.
Bloody. Fucking. Fantastic.
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ISLA
The entire suitewas still and silent until the bloody swing bar caught Isla at the door.
Dammit.
She pulled her phone out and dialed Davy, hoping and praying her friend would have her ringer on.
“Hello?” Davy croaked sleepily.
“At the door. Let me in.”
Davy didn’t answer, and the line went dead. But a minute later, the soft metal click of the security lock slid into place, and the door creaked open. She scanned Isla, a mischievous grin on her face. “Have fun last night?”
“Don’t start,” Isla hissed, then hurried into the room. She’d already thrown up once on the way back—right into a casino trash can. The towel from Aiden’s room? Ditched. Like her dignity.
She couldnotafford to let any of the girls know about this. Thank goodness they appeared to still be sleeping.
Once they were in the safety of their room, Isla shut the door. “Oh my God, I feel so sick.”
Davy hadn’t appeared to have been sleeping after all—her laptop was open on her bed, papers scattered beside it. “I told you to take it easy,” Davy said with a shake of her head. “You need some water?”
“Water. Ibuprofen. Gatorade.” Isla slipped into the adjoining bathroom and clicked the light on. Blinking at herself in the mirror, she cringed. She lookedrough.
She tied her hair back and washed her face and neck, desperate to get rid of the smell and taste of vomit.
“Luckily for you, I think Kelsey scheduled one of those mobile nursing units to come give us all IV fluids this morning. She swears by them for hangovers.” Davy leaned against the doorframe to the bathroom. “Well, that and Adderall. Didn’t even know that was a method of treatment, but according to Kelsey, it’s the only way to go. Not that I have access to prescription drugs for you.”
What?God, she really was a foreigner now.
“Mobile IVs?” Isla raised a brow. “I think I’ve been living abroad for too long.”
“I think you’re just a foreigner to theSquad,” Davy said, putting sarcastic emphasis on the last word.
Isla left the bathroom and changed into pajamas, then pulled out a bottle of water from the mini fridge. She sipped it, stomach feeling sickly, then sat shakily on the bed. “What the hell happened last night? How in theworlddid I end up with...”
Maybe Davy doesn’t know.
“Aiden?” Davy smirked. “I don’t know. You came back from the bathroom with him after everyone left for the Eiffel Tower.”
