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The door opened, and Liam’s mouth dried. A goddess in a pink and black floral dress stepped into the hallway. Her hair hung around her shoulders twirled into natural curls, out of that tight bun. It wasn’t a better look, just different and charming.
The other three had already started down the hallway. Callie quickly turned to follow them and was several feet in front of Liam before he’d regained his faculties.
Liam caught up with her, remembering that he would try to be her friend now, nothing more. “How are you today?”
“I’m pissed.”
“I heard. Can I ask why?”
“Because of this fucking dress.”
Liam slid to a stop and grabbed her hand to stop her, too. “That fucking dress is amazing.”
Callie pulled her hand from his. “I don’t wear dresses and Meg knows that, but this was the only other thing in the bag.”
“We can go to the clothing store here and get you something else, if you want.”
“I tried. There’s nothing in my…” She shook her head. “I’ll be fine.” Her flip-flops smacked against the tile flooring like she was punishing her feet.
He leaned back against the hallway wall and shook his head. His heart pulled to her. Finding items in his size had been a challenge. Her frustration had to be off the charts. But in that dress, she forced his blood pressure higher. A little frustrating. So highly intriguing. Definitely fascinating. In one of the best ways ever. He inhaled a deep breath and jogged to catch up to her.
The restaurant wasn’t as busy as he’d imagined it would be. The front desk confirmed they’d had many cancellations for the next few days and plenty of people were stuck at the airport who might be able to make it to the resort late, but not right now. Seemed flying private had definite advantages. Plus, when busses and taxis stopped running, private vehicles kept going, so he still hung onto the hope that Miguel could find a way to bring Sam to the hotel today.
They found a round table near the window where they could all view the storm’s lasting power. It had been downgraded to a Category 2, but the power flickered on and off in the last hour. They were told to order immediately to make sure the kitchen was able to get their meals prepared in case of power outage. He waited for Callie to find a seat, and then Meg motioned with her head to the seat next to Callie for Liam. Seemed the worst tic-tac-toe player in the world thought things should be going a different way for both of them, too.
The waiter brought their food quickly. Callie stayed silent while the rest of them carried on a conversation about current topics and their home base of Denver. Jonathan turned out to be a baseball fan, and Liam engaged him in a conversation for several minutes about Coors Stadium where the Rockies played.
Jonathan toasted with his margarita. “Best stadium for sure.”
“The view itself is amazing. Not a bad seat in the house,” Paul agreed.
Meg double-fisted margaritas, asking for one before the last was half-gone. Her tolerance had to be sky high, which concerned Liam a little, but Meg seemed like a person who could be “on vacation” at a moment’s notice. In a good way. That ability to relax and let go was absent from his DNA.
Callie hadn’t said a word when the check was delivered to her.
“I’ll get that.” Liam reached over.
“No, we’ll get it, Mr. Young.” She filled in information and signed.
The table quieted.
“I’ll buy dinner then,” he declared.
“Then I guess I’m eating in my room.”
Liam didn’t flinch. He could see she was asserting some authority since she was uncomfortable. It happened in the courtroom, too. When he had a defendant cornered, they would try to make him out to be the bad guy. It didn’t work for them. It wouldn’t work for her.
Meg set her drink down, and it splashed over the edge. “Callie, what the hell?”
“Stop drinking, Meg. We don’t know when we’ll be leaving, and you need to be sober for the flight.” Callie pulsed with distress, attacking the people close to her.
“What the hell crawled up your ass?” Meg grabbed her two remaining margaritas from the collection of glasses. “I’d say you need to get laid, but I don’t think any man would sacrifice his dick to your holier-than-thou cooch.”
Didn’t expect that.
The guys at the table all glanced to each other with shocked faces.
