“The last one,” I insist, scrolling back down to the end and jabbing my finger on the screen. “There.”
Nick stares at it for a long moment. “You mean the one joking about you keeping his T-shirt?”
“Yeah.” I nod morosely. “He hasn’t replied to it.”
“Well, that just won’t do. Let’s try a more direct approach, shall we?” Then he starts typing out a message.
“What are you saying?” I ask, trying to lean over to watch him.
“Please come fuck my brains out.”
“Nick!” I reach for my phone, but he holds it away from me with his stupidly long arms. I stand up, yanking on his arm, trying to pull it down.
“Okay, okay, enough—” the phone drops onto the other side of the bar.
The bartender gives us an unamused look, finishes making the drink for her current customer, and fetches my phone for me.
But when she hands it back, the screen is black, and none of the buttons are responding.
I scowl at Nick. “You broke it!”
“You’re the one who was trying to climb me,” he grumbles.
I keep fiddling with my phone.Maybe if I poke enough buttons it will eventually turn on?
“Look over here.”
I look up, brow furrowed and lips pursed. Nick’s own phone is aimed at me. “What are you doing?”
“Taking some pictures. Come here.” He changes positions and slings his arm over my shoulders. “Smile for the camera!”
“Why?”
“I’m sending a picture to Euan.”
Just hearing his name makes me smile and Nick quickly snaps the photo, then begins texting something.
“What are you doing?” I demand. “Wait, why are you texting him? Stop that. You can’t get back together with him.” When I try to snatch his phone away, he immediately stashes it in his back pocket.
“I have no interest in your husband,” he replies.
“He’s not my husband anymore.” My eyes sting with the words. I cross my arms on the bar and hide my head in them.
A few seconds later, Nick says, “I have a feeling he will be.”
Frowning, I look up to find him smirking down at his phone. “What?”
“He just asked where we are.”
Chapter Thirty-Six: Euan
The last time I was in this airport, I sat in the baggage claim for an hour waiting for Nick to text me back. This time, I’ve barely gotten in the rental car line when a text comes in. Assuming it’s Alex, I’m already smiling as I pull my phone out. I was so caught up in planning this last-minute trip that I didn’t text him back yesterday, so I need to apologize for accidentally ignoring him.
Except the text isn’t from Alex.
Nick
Come get your once and future husband.
