Page 42 of One Last Time
Damn. She’s the fucking best. “Don’t make me cry,” I warn her. I’ve been an emotional wreck these past few weeks, I cry at the drop of a hat.
She grins. “Are you going to talk to Silas?”
I nod. “Yes, I sent him a message while we were having dinner. I told him that I’d call him tomorrow. I’ll get him to come over, and we can talk.” My palms are sweaty just thinking about it.
She gives me a knowing look. “It’ll be okay. If it’s not, then call me, and we’ll do this again.”
God, what did I do to deserve having a friend like her? I’ve only known her for a few days, and she’s already closer to me than a lot of people are.
“I may need it even if it does go well,” I comment as I finish my margarita, I signal the server to bring us some more.
She throws her head back and laughs, “I doubt that, if Silas is anything like the rest of the guys, he’ll not be letting you up for air.”
My cheeks heat at her words, and I bite my lip. “It’s been a long time.”
She frowns. “The baby?”
I grin. “We hadn’t seen each other in over three years, we met at the club, and well we didn’t make it to the hotel.”
She gasps, “What?” She glances around the bar making sure that we’re not being overheard. “Details, I want details.”
“He dragged me into the alleyway.”
Her eyes widen. “He did not!”
I laugh, this is definitely what I needed. “It was amazing.”
“I’d say it was. Damn, he comes across so sweet.” She grins wider, “It’s always the quiet ones.”
I give her a pointed look. “Like your husband, you mean.”
Oh my God. I didn’t think Ali could blush.
“I’ll be checking in with you tomorrow,” she tells me, and I nod, I love that she wants to do that. She signals the server for another round. These margaritas are going down too easily, I’ll be feeling this tomorrow. I can’t believe we’ve already finished two of them. “Let’s have one more drink. When the girls find out that I came out without them, they’re going to be pissed.”
“Promise them that I’ll be here the next time.”
She nods, “That’ll help.” She finishes her drink before the server returns. “You’re going to be okay, Payton. I know that it probably doesn’t feel like it right now, but you’ll get through this.”
“I hope so,” I reply softly.
Tonight has helped, tomorrow will be the hardest thing I’ve had to do.
CHAPTER 23
Silas
Pounding on the door rouses me from my sleep. I groan as I glance at the clock and see it’s not even nine in the morning. Fuck. I get to my feet wondering what asshole is trying to beat down the fucking door. Who the hell is here?
I pull the door open and glare at the prick that’s been knocking. But my glare turns to confusion when I see Jack standing at my door. “Get dressed,” he tells me, his body locked tight.
“What’s going on?” I demand. My gut is screaming at me, that something fucking bad is coming.
He sighs. “Get dressed, we’re going somewhere. Don’t ask questions.”
I narrow my eyes, but turn on my heel and stalk toward my bedroom. I grab my jeans and pull them on, followed by my shoes and socks. Then I grab an old tee that’s lying on the floor and throw it on.
“Let’s go,” he tells me as he heads toward the stairs.