Page 6 of Running Wild

“Hannah, hey over here, sister. Damn, that was such a riot. Thanks again for saving our asses, Hannah. If you and Dani hadn’t got there when you did, who knows what would have happened. I was just about to…Holy mother of God, did you see that STUD over there? Hannah, look, that dude could be one of your men on those books you read. Wait, no fucking way, girls, pay attention, he’s coming our way. Hot damn, I’m feeling faint.”

Giving Dottie a push to shut her up, I hesitantly turn to see Mr. Hotty and all his swagger coming right to me. When he flashes his sexy as fuck smile, I’m a goner, and if I go by the gasps and the catching of breaths, my club sisters are thinking the exact thing I am. “Hey, Itty Bitty, this must have fell out of your pocket. Might need it, seems to have all of your IDs and credit cards. Oh, good to see you got some friends with you. Itty Bitty here took a pretty bad fall, might want to keep an eye on her. She might be walking a bit funny tomorrow. I’d take some Tylenol, Itty Bitty. Take care, dazzling girl. You never know, we might bump into each other again. You ladies, have a good night.”

With that he walks toward the front desk, just as a group of, yeah can my life get any better or worse, depending on how you look at it. Walking in is a bunch of hot guys that do look like book models and I know this because I’ve followed three of them on Facebook forever. Before me or my sisters can embarrass me further with Mr. Hotty, I turn and head to the elevators. The girls follow me, all with pouty faces, even Dottie, for Christ’s sake. I’ll try to explain when we hit our rooms because, right now, I need a cold fucking shower—a thought I never even considered before.

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After changing into either lounge shorts or pants and T-shirts, everyone is in my room laughing and having a good time as we wait for the pizza we ordered. Even factoring in the shit that happened before, I still consider it a pretty good day. I learned something today with my shitty way with Dani. I got lucky everyone let that go or this would have been one hell of a long-ass trip, that’s for sure. The room phone rings, and we all look at it because who uses a landline anymore?

“Hello.”

“Yeah, this is the front desk, your pizza is here.”

“I’ll be right down.”

“Pizza’s here, be back.”

“Hang on, Itty Bitty, I’ll go with you.”

Dani’s laughing herself silly, which has me smiling all the way to the elevator. She’s a riot and such a free spirit. I feel so bad for upsetting her before. Damn my mouth.

“Hey, so what was that all about with you and Mr. Make Me Wet.”

I almost gag on my spit trying to breathe with what she called him. Yeah, I thought it but never said it out loud.

“What are you trying to do, kill me, biotch? Warn me before you drop a bomb like that on me.”

When we reach the lobby, a pimply faced young guy is waiting for me to pay. I reach into my pocket and pull out the cash. I hand it to him and when he asks how I want my change, I tell him to keep it. His eyes get huge and then he blushes profusely, thanking me for such a large tip. Once he leaves, Dani and I turn to head back to the room when the desk clerk calls us back.

“That guy you were talking to earlier said to give this to you if I saw you, or to deliver it to your room if I had a free moment. Said he hopes this helps because he heard chocolate helps everything.”

I take the bag from him and look in. Holy shit, it’s filled with everything from tiny donuts to candy bars, to a few granola bars with chocolate chips, and finally two packages—one of Ho Hos and one of Ding Dongs. I look up to see Dani smiling like a goof. Great, now I’ll never hear the end of this one.

“Hannah, or should I say, Itty Bitty, seems like you have a hot guy crushing on you. Seems like this trip just took a turn for the better, as we are about to have the time of our lives, or that’s what the song says, right?”

Hearing that, I can’t help it. I burst out first with giggles then full-out belly laughing with a snort or two. Dani joins in and we laugh all the way back to the room to eat our pizza and mozzarella sticks. And after that we have dessert…lots and lots of chocolate.

SEVEN

‘TINK’

MAGGIE/GOLDILOCKS

I swear to God, when I see that lil’ troublemaker of mine I’m going to shake her silly. How the fuck am I supposed to protect her if she’s running wild all over the country? Both Pops and Momma Diane are going insane with worry, while my bestie Zoey is ready to jump on her bike and ride like the devil she is to find Hannah so she can kick her ass.

We’ve put out feelers all over, and to anyone we could, to see if anyone happens to get eyes on our wild bunch of prospects. So far, no leads, but need to give it a little more time. A knock on the door grabs my attention.

“Yeah, come on in.”

I watch the door open, then Zoey stalks in, her eyes looking like blue gems she’s so angry. Oh damn, it’s a matter of seconds before she blows. Only positive is she was smart enough to come to my office and let loose. Last time she lost her cool in the club, three of our club sisters were left bleeding.

“Goldilocks, I’ve not heard anything about Squirt. What the fuck are we waiting for? Why aren’t we putting our asses on our two wheels, flying down the highway on our way to Texas? We’ve never just sat on our hands, for fuck’s sake. So you going to share or just keep me in the dark? Can’t fix it if you won’t let me in, Prez.”

I keep my eyes on her without saying a word at first. Then figure it’s better to tell her than letting her go off in a tangent.

“Zoey, Pops made me promise we won’t go running off like lunatics but plan this right and not make Hannah, Kitty, Dottie, and Dani feel threatened. My choice would have been to get down there immediately and drag them back, but after listening to my dad, he makes sense. Can you sit so I can explain it to you like he did to me?”

So to calm my bestie down, we both sit down while I very calmly explain to her why we aren’t on our way to Texas at this moment. Not saying that eventually we won’t be going down there to kick my prospects’ asses, that’s for sure.

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