Page 61 of One Time in Paris
A motel worker stood there. “You all smoking?” he asked with a lift of his gray brows.
Isla held the door open. “No, the hair dryer burst into flames.”
The worker didn’t flinch but peered over her shoulder. “I’ll need you all to come on out here for a moment. Just to make sure. We have a strict no-smoking policy.”
Isla glanced back at Aiden, her stomach knotting. Did the worker think she was lying?
She sighed, then stepped out, followed by Aiden, who was still shirtless. The hotel worker stepped inside, and Isla hugged her arms to her chest, shivering in the cool night. “You must be freezing,” she told Aiden.
He didn’t answer, his eyes tracking the worker as he moved through the room.
The sound of tires caught Isla’s attention, and she glanced over her shoulder.
The crew van had just pulled in, headlights flashing against the gravel as it parked a few spots away.
Isla froze. Her stomach plummeted.
The doors opened.
First Kyle stepped out. Then Davy. Tomas. ThenBoyd.
They all stopped in unison, staring. Ather. AtAiden. At his bare chest and her wearing his suit jacket.
A horrifiedsilence stretched between them.
Oh .. .fuck.
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Isla froze at his side,but from the sharp intake of breath, he understood exactly what she was thinking.
Fuck.
Davy raised a brow at Isla, then hid a smile and pulled out a key to her own room.
Kyle sauntered toward them, a wide grin on his face, while the rest of the members of the crew went in other directions. “Hey, Aiden, didn’t know you were coming to town. Today was the last day here.”
Aiden cleared his throat, his mind drawing a complete blank on how to respond. At last, he managed, “I had to?—”
Kyle cut him off with a laugh. “Listen, I’m not going to tell anyone. You heading to Quinn and Elle’s tomorrow too?”
Dammit. That would have been a decent excuse.“Yes, I actually came to pick Isla up.”
“I’m sure you did.” Kyle winked. “See you in Nashville.”
Kyle continued past them, his chuckle carrying in the wind. “Did I make that worse?” Aiden asked once Kyle slipped into his room.
Isla shook her head, not meeting his gaze. She hugged his jacket closer around her. “I’m not sure it can get any bloody worse.”
God, he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her again.
That damn smoke alarm had ruined his foray into a lack of restraint that he’d desperately wanted—needed—with her. And she’d wanted it, too.
Now what were they supposed to do? Crawl into that bed together and act like it hadn’t happened? Pick up where they’d left off?
He felt like an inexperienced adolescent, questioning his every move.
