Page 66 of By His Vow

“Why are you so cheerful?” I groan, wincing at the lightness in her voice.

“What isn’t there to be cheerful about? I had an epic night, as I’m assuming you did, and now I’m on the way to have a fucking awesome Saturday.”

“Hmm,” I hum in response to her assuming my night was awesome. “What are you doing today that’s so incredible?”

She barks out a laugh. “You’re funny, Tate.”

“Am I?”

I stretch my legs out and sigh as my muscles relax.

She laughs again.

“Room 1008, right?”

I squeeze my eyes closed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

But before she can answer, there’s a knock on the door.

My anger surges immediately and I jump up faster than my head can cope.

“Can I call you back?” I ask, hanging up before she gets a chance to respond.

Once I’m confident I’m not about to collapse, I grab the glass of green shit, ready to tip it over the motherfucker’s head the second I open the door.

My hand trembles with a mixture of anger and anticipation as I pull it open. I’m poised and ready to attack when I’m interrupted.

“What the fuck are you doing?” a very familiar, very female voice shrieks a beat before I tip the stuff over her head.

“Lori?” I ask, confusion fogging my brain.

“Yes. What the hell?” She snatches the glass from my hand and hesitantly sniffs it. “How is it possible that it smells worse than yesterday’s?” she mutters with her top lip peeled back in disgust.

“Why are you here?” I ask as she slips past me and into the hotel room.

Without saying a word, she takes the glass to the bathroom and tips it into the sink.

“That’s the only place that deserves to be. Why aren’t you ready?" she asks, looking me up and down as I stand in only my Callahan Enterprise shirt.

“Ready for what?”

She shakes her head, smirking at me.

“Kingston called me earlier. Invited me to come and spend the day in the spa with you.”

“H-he what?” I balk.

“I know, right? I was surprised too. But he said?—”

I tune her out as I snatch my cell up and call his number, immediately putting it on speaker so Lori can hear.

“Kingston Callahan,” he answers like a douche. He knows it’s me. My name—or some version of it—just flashed up on his screen. Why be such a pretentious dick?

“What the hell are you playing at?” I snap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. How are you feeling, baby?” he asks, faking concern.

If he’s doing it for Lori’s benefit, he can cut the act. She isn’t going to be fooled by him, free day at his fancy spa or not.