The bellhop’s lips twitched. His head was facing straight forward, but the reflective doors made it pretty obvious that his gaze was blatantly fixed on Anna’s ample chest. Sort of wanting to block his view, I told my sister, “Yeah, but what if you went into labor early, on the plane or something?”
Anna gave me a humoring smile as she wrapped her arm around me. “You worry too much. Besides, how awesome would that story be?” Her fingers spread in the air like she was reading a headline. “‘Baby Boy Delivered at 30,000 Feet.’ Film at eleven.”
The bellhop snorted, switching it to a cough. Anna flashed him an award-winning smile. I couldn’t help feeling just a tiny smidge of jealousy. Ah, to be as breezy as my sister. Somehow, the I-don’t-give-a-crap gene had skipped me. The elevator dinged to a stop, and the bellhop politely indicated for us to go first. I wasn’t sure if that was his training or if he wanted a peek at the backside that had Griffin poised for action.
As we walked along the thick carpet, I glanced at the copious amount of luggage my sister had decided she couldn’t live without. “You sure brought a lot of stuff for one concert,” I murmured.
Grasping my hand in hers, Anna giggled. “Actually, I’m staying.”
All of the muscles in my jaw stopped working. “You are? But, what about your job?” Anna worked at the “family” restaurant, Hooters. Her manager had spent a lot of time and energy mentoring her on the business side of the restaurant. Up until, well, yesterday, Anna’s plan had been to get into management after the baby. Had she up and quit her job? Actually, that would not surprise me in the least.
Not a care in the world, Anna shrugged. “I decided to go on maternity leave.”
We arrived at the end of the hallway where the rock star’s rooms were. The D-Bags and I had two rooms on one side of the hall, and the three members of Holeshot had one room on the other side. Sienna had the entire penthouse suite. I had a feeling that Anna and Griffin would be confiscating one of the D-Bags’ rooms, and the rest of us were going to be very cozy for a while. Maybe Kellan and I would return to our bus sanctuary quicker than I thought.
Still a little shocked, I sputtered, “But you have a month left,” as I used my key to unlock one of the rooms.
Anna walked through like she owned the place. “I know! Just one month to be wild and crazy and completely carefree.” Walking over to a crisply made bed, she sprawled herself across the elaborately brocaded cover. “Why would I want to waste my last chance at freedom being shackled to a restaurant when I could be touring the country with a bunch of rock stars?” She raised an eyebrow at me, like I should completely understand. I did. I just also understood the reality of her situation.
I sat beside her as her luggage was wheeled into the room. “But what about the baby? Where are you going to have him?”
Her face turned droll. “Call me crazy, but I was planning on having him in a hospital.”
I shook my head. “What if we’re not near one when you go into labor? What if we’re in the middle of nowhere?” Oh God, was I going to have to deliver my sister’s baby? On a tour bus? I felt a little sick just thinking about it. I was not a blood, mucus, and gore-friendly person.
She waved my concerns away. “It will be fine, Kiera. Don’t stress so much.”
I knew that the delivery part of having a baby actually did worry my carefree sister, and I started to wonder if that was the real reason for her escape from Seattle. My sister could do denial better than anyone.
Griffin and Kellan popped into the room a minute later. Kellan tipped the bellhop while Griffin lay down on the bed next to my sister. His hands were under her dress before I even had a chance to turn away. Feeling my cheeks heat as the sounds of lip-smacking filled the air, I hurried over to Kellan. He was lightly laughing at the frisky pair of reunited lovers. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him from the room and tossed over my shoulder, “Catch you guys later.”
Anna mumbled some response, then let out a low moan. I quickly closed their door and headed over to the other room reserved for the D-Bags. Anna and Griffin could have that room all to themselves. That was just fine.
Just as she’d said, Anna stayed with us after the concert. When the busses packed up and left Atlanta, my sister packed up and headed out with us. Griffin was in seventh heaven now that Anna was with him again. A part of me wanted to believe that it was just because he was having regular sex again—a lot of regular sex—but there were brief moments of tenderness in between the sex that made me wonder if Griffin really did love my sister, and if she really did love him.