“If you click your heels together, it might come true,” Sinjin’s teasing voice says from beside of me, and I yelp.
Once my heart has calmed down enough for me to speak, I turn and jab him in his bony chest. “Don’t. Do. That.”
Wincing, he runs his hand across the area my fingers poked. “You’re abusive, but I’ve got to say, I’m going to miss you while we’re on this break.” By the look on his face, I don’t exactly buy that, but I give him a sweet smile nonetheless.
“You’ll get to see me tomorrow night. And besides, I’m sure you have plans tonight.”
“Two actually. Scarlet and Bella.”
My arm has started to get numb, so I rotate the guitar to my other side. “You do know that the way you just said their names makes them sound like strippers.”
“Did you ever stop to think that maybe they are strippers?” His gaze slides past me to Lucas, who’s closing the trunk of his BMW rental. He cups his hands over his mouth. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Sinjin shouts, and Lucas shouts for him to screw himself. When he looks at me again, he looks pleased with himself.
“Be careful, Sinjin. And be . . . safe.” I start for the rental car, but he hooks his fingers around my shoulder. He nudges me around to face him, his green eyes suddenly serious and no longer teasing. “Okay, you’re freaking me out,” I say.
“Then I guess I’ll cut through the bullshit and give it to you straight. I’m not going to play dumb like I haven’t seen some of the shit that’s been posted online about you.”
Shuffling my feet on the asphalt, I release a laugh that feels and sounds like jagged nails being scraped over a chalkboard. “Scouring the gossip sites to look for yourself?”
The corners of his lips tighten. “Cute, but no. You left your computer open in the galley last night.” When my mouth drops open, he adds, “Look, it’s a fucking invitation to look and, besides, I didn’t click on anything.”
I believe him when he says that. He’d probably looked up that awful website on his own computer.
“Thanks for going through my shit,” I snap. Across the parking lot, Lucas honks the BMW’s horn, and I spin around halfway to hold up my finger. Sinjin responds with an entirely different finger. “Okay, so what’s your point? Aren’t you the one who told me I needed to suck it the fuck up?”
“I told you that you needed to suck the fucking jealousy up. Dealing with crazy fucks is a whole other ball game. Whenever we have a beautiful woman around, we’ll always have the crazies coming out right behind her. Case in point, Cilla’s alleged stalker several years ago.” He doesn’t expand on Cilla but instead shoves his hand deep into his pocket. When he withdraws it, he slips something long and slim that feels like a miniature flashlight into the palm of my hand.
“Bitches are crazy. Especially bitches that think they’re in love with Lucas-Fucking-Wolfe,” he says.
Opening my hand, I look down. “You want me to pepper spray someone?”
He smiles serenely. “Like I said, bitches are crazy. They know Lucas is in town and they go seeking him out.”
Gripping the pepper spray, I run my teeth over my bottom lip. This . . . gift from Sinjin tells me two things: That, even though it’s highly unlikely, the shit talking on the YTS message boards could always make a nasty turn into real life. And that Sinjin, in all of his sulky glares and rude comments, has been worrying over me.
When I open my mouth to speak, I choose to focus on the latter. “I’m touched.”
Narrowing his green eyes, Sin snorts. “If you get all sentimental on me, I’ll skip the hotel and take Scarlet and Bella to your compartment on the bus.”
“Ugh.” I drop the pepper spray into the bag that’s slung around my shoulder. “You are foul.” I clear my throat and in a sincere voice add, “Have an amazing day off, Sinjin.”
His expression goes slack, and I pull back in surprise. “It’ll be the best birthday eve I’ve ever had.”
As I back up to the BMW, which Lucas has driven closer to us, I can’t help but watch Sin as he returns to the bus for his belongings. I’m quiet as we leave the parking lot, but after driving for a few minutes, Lucas’s hand slides across my thigh, stopping to rest between my legs.
“Tell me about Sinjin,” I say.
“What about him?”
“Why he’s so . . .”
“Fucked up?” Lucas asks.
Rubbing my hand over the column of my throat, I nod. “I guess that’s the best way to put it.”
The corners of Lucas’s mouth tighten. “Because he came from a fucked up family. An abusive stepfather. A drug addict mom.” He pauses as the dashboard GPS tells him to take a left. “He didn’t have someone like your grandmother to look out for him. Even after they lost custody, shit didn’t get any better for him or his sisters.”
“Is Zoe one of his sisters?”
Lucas’s head whips around, startling me. “Why do you ask that?” When I don’t immediately answer, he shakes his head slowly. “She’s a woman he met in rehab.”
My mouth drops open into a silent “Oh.” “So, she’s still there, then?”
Lucas grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. “She’s not a drug addict,” he explains in a low voice. “She’s his therapist’s 19 year old daughter. To say that Sinjin is conflicted about it is an understatement. But, I’m starting to think it’s the best goddamn conflict he’s ever faced. He’s clean.”
But he was also unhappy.
Resting my back against the seat, I turn my head to the side, staring out at the Gateway Arch and the buildings beyond it until they all become one massive blur. I don’t speak again until Lucas pulls the rental car up to the front of our hotel, and that’s to thank the valet who holds my door open for me. Someone from concierge greets us almost as soon as we go inside, and instead of the elevators just off of the right of the lobby, we’re directed to a separate part of the hotel, to the Penthouse elevator.
“If there’s anything that I, or the rest of the staff here at The Avery, can do to make your stay more enjoyable than the last time, please don’t hesitate to let us know,” the short, balding man acting as our escort says before Lucas and I step onto the elevator.
As soon as the doors slide closed, I lean back against the corner, cocking an eyebrow. “More enjoyable than the last time,” I repeat.
“Do you know how sexy you look when you make that face?” he demands, taking slow steps towards me. I wrap my fingers around the cold metal bar behind my body. “And before that beautiful head of yours starts to wonder, no. No other woman has ever been inside of this box with me.”
“I wasn’t going to ask,” I whisper. He pins me against the elevator wall, and I let out a moan of pleasure as he skims his teeth over my earlobe. “I mean, I don’t care. And we shouldn’t do this here—there are cameras.”
“There you are with the lying again,” he growls. “And do you think I give a fuck about the cameras?” He kisses around the outline of my face until he finds the sensitive flesh at my throat, and I swallow hard. “You taste so good. So sweet. All I can think about is tasting more of you.”
Without warning, he hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me up. I let out a shriek and straddle my legs around his waist. “Of course you care about cameras,” I whisper, as he glides his tongue over the delicate bones of my shoulder blades. “You should care about them.”
My head is spinning and if not for the loud warning noise, I wouldn’t have noticed that the elevator has stopped on the top floor of the building.
“When I take you into this room, you are completely mine,” he says. “No tour talk, no Cilla. Just me and you.”
He doesn’t mention Sam, but I think of her, and I vow not to let the little bit of contact she’s had with me ruin my time with him. I’ll be home in Nashville this weekend, and I want to savor every moment I have with him alone.
“Alright. I promise.”