Page 110 of Play of Love
“How?”
“I changed my mind after I cooled off and had time to think. I remembered how much I love Cole, and that the mistake was well in the past. I was going to head to San Francisco, but then I couldn’t find my bag. I swear, I had it with me the whole time. I remember having it when I got to the station in Phoenix. And I remember sitting in the waiting area, but then it was gone. I think it got stolen.” Margo shrieked.
“Shit.” I brought my hand up to my mouth, completely startled by what I was hearing. “Did you report it?”
“I did, but that’s the least of my worries. Everything was in there. My ID, my money, phone, everything. Abi, I’m stuck here and I can’t get to you.” Margo broke down again.
Shit, this was complete crap. What a thing to happen.
“I could send you some money. There must be a money transfer place there.” I was trying to remember what the bus station in Phoenix looked like.
“I won’t be able to get it without ID.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” I closed my eyes, trying to think hard. “I’ll come and get you.” That seemed like the only viable thing to do.
“Would you do that?”
“Of course I will. I just have to work out my travel.” My mind was already working on my route. I would get a flight to Phoenix and a cab to the bus station, pick Margo up, and we could be back by nightfall, or even earlier, depending on how quick I could get a flight.
“Oh, God, Abi, you’re such a good friend.”
“You know you can count on me.” We could always count on one another, no matter what. And I knew that, if the situation had been reversed, Margo would do the same for me.
“I know. Please don’t say anything to Cole. I don’t want him to feel worse. I know he feels guilty enough as it is. I don’t want him to think that I don’t love him enough to forgive him. Or, that I left him.” That was love. It really was. Again, I understood. It was a special thing when you found someone you could love like that.
“I won’t tell him,” I promised. “He’s worried, though, Margo. I have to say something.”
“Tell him I lost my phone and I’m a bit delayed at work, but I’ll be there as quick as I can.” That was a plausible excuse since Margo was an ER nurse and always needed to rush off to the hospital, work late shifts, and do whatever they needed her to do. She’d barely taken time off for the wedding by only taking the bare minimum needed for the wedding itself, and two weeks for their honeymoon. “If you see my parents, tell them the same. They’d freak out if they knew what happened to me.”
“Okay, let me check my flight details. I’ll call back in a minute.”
“Thanks so much.”
I hung up and went straight to the travel app on my phone. I typed in flights to Phoenix but it came up with nothing for the whole day.
“Dammit!” I cursed, stamping my foot down.
“Going somewhere?” It was Scott, again.
I turned to see him resting against the door frame. I wondered how long he’d been there. “Can I help you with something?”
The corners of his sensual mouth lifted into a slow, easy smile. His eyes never leaving mine.
“You can, but I don’t know if you’ll want to.” He had the audacity to give me that lascivious, purely sexual look he used to. And the smile to go with it.
“I’m busy right now, and, no, I don’t think I can help you with anything.”
He laughed, a deep hearty masculine laugh that filled me.
“Are you sure?” There was that look again.
“Yes, I’m quite sure.”
“How long’s it been, Abi?”
“Since what?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Since us. Six years?” His eyes brightened.
