Page 145 of Right Man, Right Time
“I don’t want to talk about it. I feel like that’s what we’ve been doing the entire time we’ve been here.”
“Because you’ve had a sour face the entire time. Look at the cart in front of us, Ollie. There’s a freaking pastry basket right there. It’s our dream, and you’re sad.”
I hug my pillow to my chest. “It’s because I’m sad.”
“Maybe you should talk to him.”
“And what, have him tell me it’s over?”
“Wouldn’t it be better than living in this limbo? At least if he does break it off, I can invest in a pastry basket to go so we can eat our feelings.”
I lightly smile. “Very true.”
My phone dings with a text, and I know it’s Silas. On a heavy sigh, I open it up, but instead of a text from him, it’s from Winnie. Why is she texting me?
Winnie:Hey, I know you’re away right now, and I really don’t want to get into people’s business, but Silas is really trying to talk to you, and I think you need to hear him out. They’re leaving in an hour.
I sit taller and stare down at the message.
“What is it?” Ross asks.
“It’s Winnie, Pacey’s fiancée. She said Silas really needs to talk to me.” I press my hand against the necklace he gave me. “What if he has something important to tell me? What if something happened to him? I don’t think she’d text me if he was going to break up with me. Do you?”
“That would be pretty shitty if she did.”
I type back a text.
Ollie:He does? Is he okay?
Winnie:He just really needs to have a conversation with you. If you want, I can give you the address of their private airport.
Ollie:Please, I’d love that.
I hop off the bed and run to the bathroom, where I flip on the shower.
“I’m assuming you’re going to go talk to him?” Ross asks from the bedroom.
“Yes, but first, I need to get this stink off me.”
* * *
All I’m goingto say is thank God for Winnie because there is no way I’d be able to get through the gates of this airport without her calling ahead and making arrangements. Even at that, as I sit here in the front reception, I have a security guard watching my every move. It’s incredibly uncomfortable knowing at any moment, he’d have no problem tackling me to the ground and dragging me out of here by the foot.
I felt bad leaving Ross, but he told me he had no issue. He was going to take one more bath before he checked out, and having some alone time was just what he needed since, apparently, I brought down the climate.
I told him I owed him big time, packed my stuff, and quickly skirted out of the hotel.
I wish I had more time to fix my hair and makeup, but I didn’t want to miss Silas. So I went with a fresh face, hair in a high ponytail, and I’m wearing his hoodie and a pair of leggings. I easily could pass off as a fangirl . . . hence the security.
As my foot bounces up and down, waiting for Silas, a few players trickle in. No one that I know, though. I feel like I maybe saw Holmes, but I can’t be sure.
I check the time on my phone and glance around, hoping Silas comes soon. He hasn’t texted this morning, which makes me believe he gave up, and I don’t blame him. You can only text a person so many times before you realize they don’t want to talk.
The door opens, and Pacey walks in, followed by Hornsby . . . and Silas. I stand from the chair I’ve been waiting in, and my mouth goes dry as he glances up and spots me.
He stutters to a stop as he tries to understand what I’m doing here. Pacey sees me too, so he offers to take Silas’s bags. Silas hands them off, and then, looking so good in a three-piece suit, he walks over to me.
“Hey,” I say as a greeting.
