Page 18 of Reconnected Hearts
I curse my rotten luck as I try to figure out a game plan. Noah and I are stuck together for the next twenty-four hours. I know that for sure. That means my only options are trying to avoid him or playing nice. Both seem daunting, but playing nice seems a bit easier than trying to avoid him in the relatively small hotel room. Not even I have the skills to pull that off.
I admit defeat and breathe a loud sigh of dread as I turn around and retreat to the room where I know my karmic fate is waiting for me. I count my lucky stars that Noah is still asleep when I drop off my bags in the lounge. I decide that the best thing for me to do now is go downstairs and get something greasy to eat. At the very least, I have to get rid of this migraine. Noah is a headache enough on his own. Gosh, how I wish I could just be at home right now snuggled up on the couch with Leo purring on me and Sasha roaming around nearby. A hangover with no cats to cuddle is way,wayless fun.
Making my way to the lobby I pick out a nice window seat to relax and sip on a mildly hot cup of coffee. It’s not very good, but it does the trick.
I mindlessly scroll through my phone, but nothing is really of interest to me. I’m painfully aware that I’m just stalling and staying away from Noah for as long as possible, but I can’t help it. I’m not ready to see him yet. I wouldn't know what to say. I would make a fool of myself.
My father was a Noah Laurier in his own right as a young man. He was charming and goofy with a boyish smile that could capture the heart of any girl in town. He was the man who “never heard the word no”.
Which, I know. Gross.
He was a football player in college when he met my mom, who just so happened to be attending the playoff game that he “single-handedly won,” in his words. She was wowed and, within the year, they were married. Of course, he kept things fun for a while. That is, until she got pregnant with me, and then she didn’t need a cute boy anymore. She needed a grown man to help her, but he was nowhere to be seen because he was off behaving like a child, picking up pretty, young cheerleaders and crashing college parties.
To this day, my father is more of a child than an adult, and I don’t think that will ever change.
How’s things with Mr arch nemesis?
The text from Nora comes in as I’m sitting down with my second plate of waffles. I don’t want to admit what I’ve done, but I know if anyone can help, it’s Nora.
We slept together last night
Pls help
My phone nearly buzzes right out of my hand with the long string of messages that come through all at once.
WHAT?!!?!?!?!
Oh my GOD Lucy you were unsupervised for like eight hours and you do this???
How was it?
Are you into him??
Do you have any pics of him? (no nudes tho pls!)
Or if nudes are the only option then, maybe – but put an emoji over his peen.
I can feel my headache coming back with a vengeance.Whydo I do this to myself?
We were drunk and it will not happen again
Trust me
Neither of us see each other like that
It was a mistake
A GIANT mistake
Nora replies right away.
A mistake or a happy accident?
Remember darling drunk actions are sober thoughts
Or something like that, I don’t know
But the point is that you’re clearly into him at least a little
