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“Marissa?” asked Tommy.
“No, you know.”
He got it because unlike Gary, Tommy had a brain.
“Oh, okay,” he said. “You mean Cara. See you in a few.”
The valet brought the car up.
Jay backed off. “This isn’t over.”
“Oh, you’re wrong. It was over years ago.”
Chapter Twelve
Cara
It was only two miles from her house to the Hotel St. Claire. She couldn’t believe how excited she was to go there and see David. She missed him like crazy. She wore the hottest dress she owned, hoping she wasn’t overdoing it.
She pulled up to the hotel and let the valet take her car. At the bar, she ordered her club soda with a lime juice float and then took off to the ladies’ room. When she freshened up and returned she was startled to see an unexpected face. There, standing at the bar almost like he was waiting for her was Jay.
“What are you doing here?”
“Love this place. You looking for David?”
“Excuse me,” She reached around him for her drink. “Yes, I am.” Her voice was curt and unyielding.
“He sent me down to find you,” he said. “He’s on a phone call. We’re having lunch together to patch things up.”
Cara looked at Jay like he had three eyes. It didn’t make sense, but it almost sounded like David. He was a forgive and forget kind of guy. Not the kind that would seek revenge by way of pictures or devious deeds.
“I’m going to text him,” she asked.
“He’s right upstairs,” mocked Jay. “Do you want me to carry your drink, or can you handle it?”
“I have it.” Cara bit on the stirrer and drank from it like a straw. She followed Jay into the elevator and as the doors were about to close she saw David walk by. She tried to rush out, but they shut and she was stuck in the elevator with Jay.
She reached for the panel to get off on the next floor, but Jay grabbed her hand. She’d been tricked. This time she didn’t splash him with her drink as she had before, she clocked him with the glass and pressed the buttons on the panel sending the elevator back to the lobby as her world began to spin.
Despite her hitting him with a solid glass, Jay closed in on her. Spots danced in front of her eyes. Her head spun in circles before she sank to the floor.
His face was above hers. “What’s the matter, cupcake?” he growled. “You look a little funny. Not so much fight in you now, huh?”
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. A curse ripped from Jay’s lips as looked up and took off in a sprint.
Someone lifted her out of the elevator to the hallway. She heard a strange voice yell, “Call 911. Does anyone know who she is?” the stranger asked.
“I do,” said David. Leaning over her and taking her in his arms.
Cara tried to say something, but she was doped up and her words were slurred.
David pressed his mouth to hers. “Cara?”
“David,” she mumbled. “I don’t feel good. I swear I haven't been drinking on purpose, but I think the bartender gave me the wrong drink.”
“Someone definitely gave you something,” he growled. “Jay!”
His voice roared like a loudspeaker.
