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Allison giggled. “Then, don’t get high and drunk again before turning into a raging--”
Michael interjected. “And I was supposed to lay off.”
I glared at her. “Yeah, Allison. Lay off.”
She held up her hands. “Sorry, sorry. But, he’s not the only one you hurt last night. He’s just your main focus right now. Remember that.”
I nodded slowly. “I’m sorry. I know. And I swear, I’m going to make it up to you guys.”
Michael chuckled. “Steak dinner, anyone? I’m ready for some surf and turf.”
Allison sighed. “If you’re hungry, order some food. But we aren’t leaving until Clint shows back up.”
I smiled. “Finally, someone with some sense.”
Michael ordered us all food to be delivered to the hotel room. But it was hard for me to concentrate on eating. I kept staring at the door, waiting for Clint to knock o
n it. I kept pressing my hand against my phone, waiting for it to vibrate. I wanted to hear his voice so badly. I wanted to get down on my knees and apologize. But, if space was what he needed, then it’s the least he deserved.
Just come back to me, Clint. I can take it from there.
“You should eat.”
Allison’s voice pierced my thoughts and I sighed.
“Not hungry.”
Michael threw a fry at me. “Eat.”
I snickered. “Throwing food at me isn’t going t--”
Allison tossed broccoli at me. “Eat.”
“Now, come on. If I’m not eating a french fry, what makes you think I’m eating--?”
Michael threw another fry at me and I smiled. I tossed the fry back at him before picking up a piece of rice. I flicked it at Allison and she wrinkled her nose before tossing another small piece of broccoli in my direction.
Then, I armed myself with mashed potatoes.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! That kind of ammunition isn’t approved for this hotel room,” Michael said.
I giggled. “Then, stop throwing food at me.”
Allison smiled. “How about this? You eat half of your meal, then we go to the pool.”
I paused. “I don't know if I feel like lounging by the pool right now.”
Michael took a bite of his food. “Why not?”
I shrugged. “I mean, what if Clint comes back up to the room?”
Allison reached for the pen on the bedside table. “We’ll leave him a note.”
Michael held up his finger. “In both rooms.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I’m just not really up to--”
Michael picked up some cauliflower and threw it at my nose. It bounced off the tip before falling into the gravy for my mashed potatoes. Allison and I both giggled.
