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To be turned away by him would be another form of torture for that little girl he left behind.
But I’m not that little girl anymore.
He only knew me as Pippa, my middle name. I’m Cassidy, a grown-ass woman who can more than handle rejection.
You’re also homeless and jobless…
Pathetic.
Yet as the tequila continues to flow and my inhibitions fade, the idea grows more appealing.
Liquid courage has a way of clouding judgment. A fact I know all too well and have always tried my best to stay away from.
Being rational is something I’ve had to be my whole life.
The desire to be nothing like my father gave me the strength to keep my head on straight.
But what would it be like for just a brief minute to pull down my walls and do something nuts?
Like showing up at the hotel of my childhood friend.
“I see you contemplating.”
I sigh, giving in. “I think I’m going to go see him,” I say, uncertainty evident in my voice.
Emma’s eyebrows shoot up, and a mixture of surprise and concern etches across her face. “Wow. Okay. I mean…I said you should…but I guess I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” She worries at her bottom lip. “Are you sure, Cassidy? I know it was my idea, but maybe you’re right. It’s pretty late.”
“It’s now or never. The liquid courage will wear off by morning.”
“Exactly. This isn’t really like you. You’re more—”
“Levelheaded?”
She nods vigorously. “You said it, not me.”
I let out a sigh. “Maybe I want to be daring. Why can’t I be more like you tonight?”
She’s quiet for several minutes, still biting at that lip. “Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Really want to be daring? Reckless? Crazy?” she asks, eyes opened animatedly.
“I do.”
Em clicks mute on the remote and tosses it aside before she grabs her phone off the coffee table. The only sound in the room is the clicking of her fingers typing. My nerves intensify tenfold with every second that ticks by.
What the hell am I doing?
After a few seconds, she looks up, a smile spreading across her face.
“I don’t know the exact room number, but I know the floor.” She doesn’t look up as she continues to type. “Not sure how helpful that will be, but he’s on three.” She finishes typing and places her phone down. “The rest of the team is on the fourth, so at least you won’t be seen by any of them.”
A distant memory filters through my brain.
Aiden always had little quirks.
Superstitions.
