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“Good. I don’t remember much.” She let out a pathetic laugh as she lay back on the bed. “I can’t believe I got into this state.”
“It doesn’t hurt to go wild now and again.”
“Says Little Miss I’m not going out dressed like that!” Freya teased, her voice coming out as a mumble because she’d covered her face with her hands.
As my mind unfogged a little, a soppy grin crept across my face. At least half an hour had passed before Miguel and I had gone to our rooms after stumbling out of the cab. After agreeing to arrange a date, we stood outside the hotel, kissing like a pair of hormonal teenagers until we got so cold we had no choice but to go inside. I couldn’t wait to be with him again but my gut growled with hunger, and what I wanted more than anything was to indulge in a traditional English fry-up.
“I’m going to order something to eat,” I said, reaching for the phone. “I’d ask if you want something but I’m guessing not.”
Freya shook her head, her face whitening further at the idea of food, so I called room service and ordered breakfast for one. I’d just closed my eyes against my pounding headache, when my mobile rang. I answered quickly so as not to disturb Freya’s hangover. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Leah.”
The sound of Miguel’s voice made me smile, not least because it proved that the night before hadn’t been a figment of my imagination. I’d been single for so long, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole thing had been a fantasy created by my male deprived mind.
“Hi,” I said. “How are you?”
“I’m good thanks. Did you sleep well?”
“I did, but my head is thumping and I’m starving.”
Miguel chuckled. “I didn’t want to call too early to be sure I didn’t wake you.”
“Don’t worry, you didn’t. Freya puking woke me up.” I yelped as her pillow hit me with more force than she should have been capable of mustering. “And now she’s bullying me!”
“You’re bullying me,” she mumbled. “I’m dying here!”
“So, do you want to meet up before training?” Miguel asked while I giggled at Freya’s response. “Nothing heavy after last night. Maybe we could watch TV in my room or something?”
For the average woman, his offer would definitely have fallen on the lame side. To me, a morning of television sounded like bliss. It would be much easier to talk in his room than in the hotel bar and more importantly, there wouldn’t be anyone staring, trying to decide if anything was happening between us. The gossip circuit worked non-stop at Westberg, and I was in no rush to be at the centre of everyone’s speculations, especially since I didn’t know how things with Miguel would be away from the adrenaline of the club.
“Good plan,” I told him. “Give me an hour or so to get ready though.”
“Okay. I’ll see you soon.”
Putting the phone down, I smiled to myself.
“Got a date?” Freya croaked.
“Not a date as such. But I’m going to see Miguel once I’ve eaten and fixed myself up a bit. I don’t look too rough do I?”
Freya heaved herself over onto her side to face me. “Not at all. You’re a little pale, but once you’ve eaten you’ll be fine. I’m going to look like this forever!”
“No you won’t. You need some more sleep. And you really should drink some water.”
“I did. It made me sick.”
“What a state to get into,” I said, suppressing a laugh at how pitiful she looked. “Will you be okay if I leave you here on your own?”
She nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry. If I need anything, I’ll call Will. I should call him anyway to find out if he’s as hungover as I am.”
“I think it’s a safe bet that he’s got his head down the loo.”
After munching through my breakfast, I took a shower then changed into my work clothes. The black and royal blue Westberg Warriors tracksuit wasn’t the most flattering outfit in the world, but there wasn’t much point dressing in my every day clothes, only to change again in a couple of hours. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, checked on Freya once more, then made my way to Miguel’s room with nerves bubbling inside me.
Tommy Salinger opened the door. It hadn’t occurred to me how inconvenient sharing a room can be until I saw the amused grin on his face.
Fabulous. The news that I’m spending the morning in Miguel’s room will be spread through the team in no time.
