Page 13 of South of The Skyway

“Long, gorgeous hair, tan, tattooed, sexy as sin.”

“So, long story short, you’re screwed.”

“Yup,” I said, sighing in resignation.

“Welp. We all have at least one that got away. I gotta shower and pass out, man.”

“Yeah, alright. Love you.”

“You too. Keep me posted.”

I scoffed. “The odds aren’t particularly in my favor.”

“They flip that way more often than not.”

“True. If fate’s on my side, the Brexley saga shall continue.”

“Brexley?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool name,” he noted.

“Cool chick.”

“Lame.”

Huffing a discouraged breath, I said, “I know.”

“Don’t fuck it up next time.”

* * *

A callfrom the contractor woke me hours before checkout, giving me plenty of time to stretch and meditate before heading back into the city. I had an hour until the next showing, so I followed my feet. In the process, the white chocolate creamer had swallowed the temperature and flavor of my coffee, and I’d been able to check out a handful of cozy cafes and opening shops along the way. Breakfast consisted of a chocolate croissant that would make my trainer break out in hives, except this was kind of a vacation. Astaycation, if you will. And it was damn good.

My phone buzzed for the seventh time in as many minutes as I crossed the street into a shaded park brimming with blooms that would make my sisters melt. Speaking of…

Elora

Have you found our new empire yet?

Hadlee

Seriously, it’s been a week. Shouldn’t you be reporting back?

Paxton

I still don’t get why you guys don’t come here. I’ve got years before I can bounce.

Maverick

Because it’s colder than a witch’s tit on Halloween. That’s why. Hell, we have that here.

Axel

Love you Pax, but yeah, no thanks, man.

Jameson

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