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His eyes flair and Dreamboat inches closer to me, his eyes locked on the other guy.
“When you sober up, you’re going to regret missing this chance so I’ll leave you my number,” he says, scribbling his name and number on a napkin and leaving it next to my drink. He gives me one last flirtatious smile before he turns and leaves the bar and I spin around to grab my own drink.
“Are you going to go?” Dreamboat asks.
“To see his boat?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Yeah,” he says with a chuckle at my antics.
“No.”
“Good.”
I nod my head as I finish off the last of my drink.
“Do you think I’m drunk?” I ask Dreamboat.
“A little,” he says with an easy smile as he holds up his thumb and forefinger.
“Huh. I don’t know how you Italians do it. Drinking wine with dinner is great but they last so long and I drank so much.”
“I’m not Italian but I think they build up a tolerance.”
“Hmm, well I admire their determination and pity their livers,” I say as I set my empty glass on the bar top and attempt to hop down from my stool. I weave slightly and Dreamboat catches me, standing from his own stool and ushering me outside before I can protest.
“Where are you staying?” Dreamboat asks and I squint up at him.
“Okay,thisis how one of those Taken movies started.”
He throws his head back and laughs as we stop on the sidewalk.
“To be honest, I don’t remember. I’ll have to re-watch them. I promise no funny business though. I’m just going to make sure that you get back okay. I don’t even have to walk next to you,” he says, taking a step back.
“So you’re just going to walk behind me like an actual stalker?”
“Right. I just want you to feel comfortable.”
I snicker at that and then huff out a breath.
“I’m at the Hotel Pellicano,” I say, testing out an Italian accent. I do not nail it.
“Lead the way,” Dreamboat says and I spin in a circle, trying to remember what direction it’s in.
Dreamboat coughs behind me and I turn to see him pointing to the left.
“Right,” I say as I take off in that direction.
We walk for a few minutes in silence as I try my best to sober up and remember how to get back to the hotel. When he takes my elbow and steers me to the right and toward the water, it starts to come back to me. I can see the sign up ahead and I hiccup as we walk closer.
“What’s your name?” I ask once we’re standing outside the hotel.
“Rowan. Rowan Bakeman.”
TWO
Rowan
What amI doing back here? I’m not entirely sure, I just know that after I dropped Laylin off at her room last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She might be the first person I’ve ever met who hadn’t asked for something from me as soon as she found out who I was.
