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“You’re in Florida! And honestly, son, if I’m going to continue to clean up your messes, I’d at least appreciate some gratitude.”
I grit my teeth knowing that nothing good will come from speaking my mind, so I opt for the high road. “You’re right. Thank you for taking care of that.”
“Was that so hard? It’ll be fixed by the time you’re home, and you won’t have to deal with it.”
“Right.” To an onlooker that had no knowledge of the longstanding, tumultuous relationship between myself and my father, I probably sounded like an ungrateful asshole. And hell, I probably was. But I also knew J.R., and he didn’t do anything for free. I didn’t mean monetary compensation; no, my father had more money than he knew what to do with. I imagine he wasn’t batting an eye over the cost but would somehow use this against me. His comment about my responsibility was already seeping into my subconscious.
“Well, we’ll be in touch when you get home. Your mother is just beside herself.”
Bingo.
I groan inwardly, knowing that on top of everything, Diana Montgomery was now involved.
Fuck.
“Did you sleep at all?” Charley asks me, breaking me from my thoughts as she unbuckles her seatbelt.
“No.”
She frowns, her lips turning downward slightly. I reach forward rubbing my thumb along her lips. “Why the long face?”
“You’ve been tense and anxious ever since you talked to your Dad. You barely slept a wink last night…”
“Well to be fair, neither did you.” I smile at her as I recall all of the various positions I’d taken my new fiancée in last night.
“You know what I mean.” She gives me a pointed look and I have to admit this authoritative side of her is turning me the fuck on. “You need to get some sleep when we get home.”
“I have to go into the office. I pushed my session to five since I knew we’d be back relatively early today. My Mondays are back to being pretty busy now that I don’t block out my entire morning for yourprivatesessions.” I shoot her a lascivious grin and I’m rewarded with those teeth of hers sinking into her bottom lip as she fights the smile creeping onto her face. “I also want to go over to the house.”
“I can go with you,” she says immediately.
“No.” Our house has just been vandalized, more than likely by her ex-husband, and who knows if he still has a PI on her or me or both of us. The last thing I want is to take her there, before I have a chance to speak with the police in person and evaluate the situation myself.
“Why?”
People are starting to stand and collect their belongings, and I follow suit, pulling Charley’s carry-on luggage from the overhead compartment. “Because.”Way to use your words, Will.
“Because why?”
“Charley, can we get off the plane and talk about this later?” I pinch the bridge of my nose as I begin to wish I’d asked for a second whiskey ginger when the flight attendant came around to collect my first.
“It’s a simple question, Will.”
“Charlotte,” I look at her, “I said no. If that’s not good enough, I’m sorry. But as I said we can talk about it later.” My voice is low, and my face close to hers not wanting the people that are in close proximity to hear our conversation.
She lets out a breath of defiance before she narrows her eyes slightly. “You had a drink?”
I swallow, as if that somehow would mask the scent. “Just one.”
She looks toward the line of people that are slowly inching their way to the front of the plane, as we wait for our turn to move into the aisle. “I just figured we’d both need a break after last night.” She shrugs.
The night prior Charlotte, Drew, Lauren and I had gone to dinner, had far too many bottles of wine and then found ourselves at a club on the other side of town where we proceeded to take shots like we didn’t have any morals.Or a flight to board at eleven am.
“I just…I needed something to calm my nerves; that’s all.” She seems to accept my explanation, but thankfully it’s our turn to proceed towards the exit and at very least the conversation has to be put on hold. I let her move in front of me, and I find myself transfixed by her ass as she sashays up the aisle.
You’re going to need to tell Charley,that tiny voice not enthralled with her body tells me.
Why?I ask myself.I have a handle on it. This isn’t like last time.
