Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“How about we head to a bar and get you that whiskey?”
“That sounds amazing.”
Doug brought me to a new bar in Granby called The County Line. It was a country western bar, and at night, they had a live band. Even on the weekdays.
We found a small table tucked into a back corner. I’d already had two shots and was working on my second beer. I could feel the buzz coming on.
“Ensley, I have a crazy idea.”
I smiled. “Those are my favorite kinds of ideas.”
He chuckled. “I was thinking about how Colt looked at me when I showed up at the hotel. Do you wanna make him think we’re a couple?”
My brows drew down. “Why would we do that?”
Doug shrugged. “Maybe make him a bit jealous.”
I laughed. “Please. I highly doubt he’d even be fazed. Thank you for offering, but I don’t like to play games like that. I’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Besides, I’m sure he’s only here for his dad, and once Jacob’s out of the hospital and back home, he’ll slink off to whatever rock he crawled out from under.”
Nodding, he said, “Okay, but if you ever change your mind, I’m your guy.”
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Doug. What you can do for me tonight is make sure I get back to my hotel safely, because I really want to just drown my sorrows in booze.”
He winked. “Like I said, I’m your guy.”
My head hitting something hard made me cry out in pain.
“Shit! Sorry, Ensley,” Doug said, as he attempted to get me into my hotel room.
“S’okay. Can’t feel a thing!”
“That’s not what your piercing scream just indicated.”
I giggled. “I’m drunk.”
Doug carried me over to the bed and set me down.
“You sure are. I have a feeling it’s not going to make you feel better, though, and come tomorrow morning, you’re gonna be cursing me for letting you have all those shots.”
I waved him off as I struggled to get under the covers. “I won’t blame yous, I promises.”
He shook his head. “You sound like a five-year-old.”
Once I was finally under the blankets, I patted the bed. “Wanna lie down?”
Doug took a step back. “No, I think it’s probably best if I head on out. I’ve still got to drive back to River Falls.”
I was fighting to keep my eyes open. “Are you okay? Yous can sweeps here if it’s too late.”
“Sweeps?”
“Sleeeeep!” I said, trying to pop the p but failing.
“As much as that sounds like fun, I’m going to pass.” He bent down and kissed me on the forehead. “Get some sleep. Do you need the trashcan by the bed?”
My eyes popped open. “S’cuse me? Do you think I can’t handle my alcohols?”
His mouth twitched. “Of course not, I know you can. I was just being cautious, that’s all.”
I attempted to wave off his concern, but really just flailed my arm in the air, almost smacking Doug. “Nah. I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll plug your phone in and put it next to you on the nightstand, okay?”
I mumbled something that I thought sounded like “okay.” I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I heard the sound of the hotel door opening, and I yelled out, “Just stay the night, Doug!”
Then I heard…voices. Was that another guy talking? Who was Doug talking to? I tried to lift my head to see, but I was so tired. And when I tried to open my eyes, the room spun. It was easier to keep them shut.
I tried to focus on what was being said, but the voices sounded so distant…
Giving up the battle, I let sleep take over. I’d ask Doug tomorrow who he was talking to. For now, all I wanted to do was drift off into nothing but darkness.
My body had always had an internal clock. It woke up every single morning at six on the dot, no matter what day it was.
Or how hungover I was.
When I opened my eyes, I moaned. The headache was instant. I reached for the side table to find my phone. Turning my head, I looked at the screen.
“Even hungover, you never fail me,” I whispered, as I saw it was exactly six in the morning.
I dropped the phone back to the table, groaned at the noise it made, and rolled over onto my back. My mouth felt like it had cotton stuffed into every inch, and my stomach instantly protested when I slowly sat up.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, placing a hand over my mouth. I was about to be sick.
Jumping up, I ran into the bathroom and made it just in time. I dropped to my knees and threw up. By the time I was done, I was spent. Curling up into a ball, I pressed my cheek against the cold floor. Then I remembered I was at a hotel, and that was totally gross, so I slowly pushed myself up. I’d just have to believe that they had mopped and disinfected the floor right before I came. Yes, that’s what they did, I mentally told myself over and over.