Page 31 of Freedom Ride

Chapter Fourteen

Lennox

“Stop, Marty,” I grumbled. A large, furry body sprawled out on top of me, and another curled around my head. “You guys need to just use the doggie door this morning,” I grumbled. “Mama had a little bit too much to drink last night,” I groaned.

Why did I do this? Why did I get my nails done and drink too much when I should have been home trying to figure out what I was going to do about my job and Jonas?

“Jonas,” I gasped.

I ran my fingers through my hair and groaned. Did I tell him I would come to Wisconsin?Oh my god.

Everything from last night crashed over me. Even the Rice-a-Roni. Why was I so lame sometimes? And my god, the rambling needed to stop.

Doc laid his head over my face and sighed heavily.

“Suffocating me is not helping me think,” I muttered under the weight of his head. I managed to push him off to the side enough to breathe and stared up at the ceiling.

“I told him we would take a drive up to see him, D & M.” Yes, I was talking to my dogs. Everyone did it, even if they wouldn’t admit it.

“I’m kind of scared of seeing him because it makes all of this real even though I know it’s real. I know so much about him, and it feels like I have known him my whole life, but this is all still so damn scary.”

Marty groaned and rolled to the side.

“I know, but it is scary, Marty. The man is hot as hell, and I’m just a tattooed weirdo with two dogs.”

How was I going to do this? How was I going to go from the girl who wrote letters spilling her whole life onto paper to the girl about to stand in front of this man?

Freaking terrifying.

But I had to do it.

I didn’t have any excuses why I couldn’t.

Sure, I had Doc and Marty, but I had solved that problem myself last night when I had blurted out that I could just drive up to Wisconsin with them. It was like I was my own worst enemy. I was scared to meet Jonas, but I had figured out how to make it work.

“Idiot,” I mumbled.

Well, I knew I couldn’t get out of this.

It was just going to be best to go to Wisconsin and just rip the band-aid off.

I grabbed my phone and sent off a message to Jonas.Awake and hungover. What is your address?There wasn’t any point in beating around the bush. Plus, I really was hungover. The two Tylenol I took before passing out did not help at all.

Two margaritas must not be your sweet spot if you’re hungover. And you’re okay with coming here?

Okay with it? Well, yes. Maybe. It had to be done, and I wasn’t joking when I told him I would just go off on my own field trip if things didn’t pan out between us.I am ready. Doc and Marty are ready for an adventure. The address is the clubhouse?I had sent a letter to the clubhouse, or at least to the address I thought the clubhouse was, but I didn’t know if it actually made it there.

Yes, that’s where I’m staying.

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