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Well, this was not how I was expecting things to end.
Hell, I’m not sure I even wanted things to end – but especially not by her ditching me in the middle of the night. It’s a very Ford move, and here I was, thinking we were getting to know each other again. I’d never peg her as an up-and-leave girl.
Girl.
My mind flicks over the positions I wrapped her into, the arch of her back as I licked her out, and the moan of my name as I bit her skin. Erotic and sinful, she was a fucking dream, and I didn’t want her to leave.
Fuck!
I go back to my room and snatch my phone and pull up the departures list. There wouldn’t be a flight out in the middle of the night. It crosses my mind to race to the airport to catch her, but I scrap the idea. Hell, I’m not that guy. I don’t run after the girl. They run after me.
“Fuck.” I chuck the phone back on the bed. “Not cool, Lil. Not cool.”
With nothing keeping me on the island, I make arrangements with the staff to close properly. We’re fully booked from the weekend out, and the staff could use a couple of days off after the wedding. They won’t get any more until the end of the season.
There’s little tying me to the other hotels I manage in Europe. They all have different names, staff, and unique points of interest. But Greece was my first and my favourite. What I told Lil was right. I’d failed a lot, but not with this. This is my favourite place in the world, and Lil has infected it with her beauty and innocence – her siren call. I’ll never be able to come here and not see her walking in, stopping me in my tracks, and taking my breath away.
She was easier to walk away from when we were young. I could push aside the connection we shared. But not now.
The flight is tedious, and I’m impatient to get back to my apartment. It’s been weeks since I stepped foot inside, enjoying the time on the island before the wedding.
I dump my bag in the hall and head straight to the bar to pour a drink. Vodka neat has its purposes. I pull my phone from my pocket and scroll to find Taylor’s number. If Eric’s right, and there’s no reason he wouldn’t be, Taylor will have Lil’s address. It might be easier to ask for her number, but I know that I can’t leave this up to chance. She’s not going to have the opportunity to run out on me again.
“Taylor, it’s Ford.”
“Hey, long time no speak.”
“Very funny.” I don’t usually see Taylor without the rest of the lads. Eric is the connecting force when it comes to us.
“What can I do for you, man.”
“I need a favour. And considering I just shouted you a trip to a Greek island, I’m expecting you to deliver.”
“Fine. What’s up?”
“I need Lil’s address.”
“Lil? You mean Isla?” I can hear he’s messing with me. He knows who the fuck Lil is.
“Yes, who else do you think I mean?”
“I’m not sure, but considering she’s meant to be your family friend–”
“Do you have her address or not?”
“Of course I do. The question is, why don’t you?”
“Not now, Taylor. Just text it to me.” I hang up, not in the mood to deal with Taylor’s question. I’m in a terrible mood, and I don’t like the thought of why.
I look at my phone, waiting for the text to come in, but the screen stays black.
“Oh, come on!” I shout at the screen, cursing Taylor.
Are you sure about this, mate?
His text stops me for a second. Am I being the selfish arsehole I normally am for wanting to go after her? I warned her, and she fucking left me. I put stuff on the line for Lil. Hell, she’s my best friend’s little sister. I’m already the arsehole, but I did this because I don’t want to walk away. She’s Lil. And she means something to me. Something important.
Send me the fucking address, Taylor. I’m sure.
