Page 63 of Cabin Fever Baby
I raked my fingers through my hair and threw my bag on the bed of the guest room that I’d never spent time in.
Her ocean and fresh lemon scent clung to my skin, and I felt sick. She’d smiled up at me for days and days and lied to my face.
Avoiding the topic.
I sagged onto the side of the bed and put my head in my hands.
I’d thought I was falling in love with her, and now I realized I didn’t know her at all.
The anger and sense of betrayal twisted in my gut. Had she been playing me for a chump every single day?
Playing house with me on a lark?
She was the one who kept saying there was no future—and boy, was she right.
I reached behind my neck and stripped the shirt off and threw it across the room. I didn’t want her on my skin.
Her smell.
The memory of her falling apart for me. Screaming my name only minutes ago as if her entire heart had been busted open for me.
I’d never ever lost myself so unequivocally. And I sure as hell had never gone bare with a woman before.
I’d lost absolute control.
I was a goddamn idiot. The zipper on my suitcase sounded so loud in the room. I looked around to make sure I’d left nothing behind.
Hell. I didn’t even know where my goddamn phone was.
Probably in my coat downstairs.
I didn’t know how I’d get out of here, but I’d find my way out.
Even if I had to pay some ride-share person a small fortune to make their way to me.
I needed to get out of here.
Hauling my suitcase out into the hall, I heard them arguing downstairs.
I went back in for my second carry-on bag and slung it over my shoulder.
Halfway down the stairs, their words reached me again.
“Rio has a game today, you can’t just send a plane for him.” she said warily.
Rio?
I froze on the stairs.
Rio Hawkins.
Fuck me.
She had been so excited about the hockey game. So fun and sweet as she made the carpet picnic for us to watch.
I even talked to her about the rookie goalie that had made the game fun lately and she didn’t say a fucking thing.
Her gaze swung to me, then she frowned at my bags.