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“I’m sorry to hear that, sir. We’re here to help. May I see your claim check?”
I pull my wallet out of my back pocket, grab the claim check, and hand it to him.
He scans the code.
“Oh, goodness. It appears your bag is still in Denver.”
“You mean it didn’t even get on the flight?”
“I’m afraid not. I apologize for this inconvenience, but sometimes these things happen.” He taps on his computer. “Looks like it’s on the next flight out, which will arrive the same time tomorrow.”
“Twenty-four hours? I have to go twenty-four hours without my bag?”
“Again, we apologize. But this does happen. In the contract for your e-ticket, it states—”
I hold my hands up. “I’m too damn tired to listen to the jargon. Yes, I’m sure it’s some kind of contract that I have to agree to in order to buy a ticket. Whatever. What happens now?”
“I just need the address of where you’re staying, and your bag will be delivered to you as soon as it’s here.”
Fine. I rattle off the name of the hotel. “Good?”
“Yes, excellent.” He reaches under his desk and then hands me what looks like a cosmetic bag. “In the meantime, there’s a toothbrush, toothpaste, some lotion, and antibacterial wipes in here along with a sleeping mask. We regret the error, and we hope this helps.”
“That’s just like the ones we got on the plane,” Rory says.
I unzip the small pouch and inspect the contents. “You got these on the plane?”
“Yeah. In first class.” Rory reddens a bit.
I roll my eyes. “Thank you,” I say, and we leave the tiny office.
“Jess, you could have—”
“Save it. I tried. Cage and Jake got the last two seats in first class.”
Rory frowns. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.”
“I hope this isn’t some indicator of how the rest of this trip is going to go,” I say.
Rory grabs my arm. “Jesse, bags get lost all the time.”
“My bag’s never been lost.”
Rory doesn’t reply. Sure, we don’t fly a lot, but this just sucks.
We return to the others, where they’re standing with a tall gentleman dressed all in black holding a sign that saysSteel.
“What’s all that?” I ask Rory.
“Brock rented a limo to get us to the hotel. Isn’t that great?”
I roll my eyes again. “Yeah. Great.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Brianna
I should feel sorry for Jesse. He has dark circles under his eyes, and the whites are bloodshot. He keeps rubbing at the back of his neck, which means it’s probably aching.
