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“Just making sure she made it back to her room.”
“That was a little more than a friendly guide.”
Ignoring them I hurry to our room and use my keycard to enter. Going straight for the bar I start to make myself a drink when they all join me, watching me closely.
“She kissed me,” the moment the words leave my mouth I regret them.
“Amara?” I sense the disbelief in Spencer’s voice. “Quiet, sweet, Amara, kissed you?”
“I think we all would have noticed her kissing you.” Jasper chuckles, sitting on one of the barstools looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“Not tonight,” I clarify. “It was back home in a bar,” taking a drink of the whiskey I’d poured. I wait for the burn to settle before I continue. “She was tipsy and walked right up to me, grabbed hold and kissed me. She said a few things, her friend pulled her away and now here we are.”
“Here we are,” Liam mocks my confession, his protective, brother-like relationship with Amara shining through.
“Yeah, here we are,” I finish my whiskey. “She says it was nothing, I think it was something and I’m stuck between me wanting to figure it out and her pretending it never happened.”
“Amara is too sweet for your crazy.” I want to lock Spencer in a closet because his comments aren’t helping. Liam already looks unhappy. “She’s not a one-or two-night kind of girl,” Spencer adds. “Even I know that, and I barely know her.”
“I never said she was.” Spencer needs to take a fucking walk.
Saved by the bell, Liam’s phone chimes and he walks away to take the call.
“Dude, he is gonna kick your ass if you mess with Amara and hurt her.”
“Do you always have to run your mouth?” I ask Spencer and he shrugs walking out onto the patio we have off our room.
“She watched you throughout dinner.” Jasper takes the opportunity when we are alone to be the level headed one of the group. “If she kissed you and is pretending it meant nothing, then I call bullshit.”
“What do you mean?”
“No woman is gonna kiss a guy and then watch him the way she was watching you if she felt nothing.” I let his words roll around in my mind. “Just tread lightly, whether it's annoying or not, Spencer is right. Amara isn’t the kind of girl you spend one night with, she’s the kind of girl a guy marries.”
He too walks away and sits down on the couch, flipping on the television until he find the Braves game. I remain where I am, pouring myself another drink and letting my mind race.
She’s the kind of girl a guy marries.
Lifting the glass, I down the contents and walked across the suite to my room. I need to take a shower and clear my head.
CHAPTERFIVE
Amara
“Oh I needed this,” I moan as the masseuse begins to dig his fingers into my back. I’d been looking forward to this part of the weekend since Charlie surprised us with the spa day announcement yesterday. My shoulders are so tense, my back and neck ache and I know it's related to a certain man that refuses to let me pretend I didn’t make a fool of myself in the middle of a bar with an audience.
All of us ladies lay side by side, face down with towels draped over our bottoms. The smell of massage oil lingers in the air and the sounds of trickling water and the crashing wash from the waves fill the silence. It is so incredibly relaxing, yet my mind keeps trying to wander into Tyler territory.
The way he keeps looking at me, touching me and his continuous comments that I’m having a trying time brushing off like they don’t affect me.
“Mmmhmm,” Audrey groans out of nowhere and I glance over to find her completely at ease and taking in the feel of her own massage.
Repositioning myself I give in to the sensations and relax completely. I’ve been wound so tight ever since that kiss at the bar with Ty that my muscles are sore from keeping up the charade.
“This is heaven,” Charlie mumbles followed by a groan that makes me smile. The noises that are escaping us all are sinful, if I were outside this room listening I’d be wide eyed and suspicious.
It’s only been six months since I opened my own salon in Calloway. It had always been a dream of mine, to be my own boss. Working for someone else had never been what I’d wanted, but fresh out of school I took a few years to get my feet wet before I found a space and made it my own.
I take pride in my salon and spa, wanting it to be a place women came to and left feeling pampered. But rarely did I myself ever get the opportunity to enjoy the perks myself. This though, ahhh, I had to agree with Charlie, it is pure heaven.
