Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“Holy shit, that’s bright,” I tell her, wary of putting it on. “What color is that?”
“It’s called Hooker Red, but don’t let the name scare you. It’s actually really pretty on.”
My eyes widen, and my brows rise. “Why don’t I trust you?”
She chuckles, then pulls me to her till we’re both in the mirror’s view. “Just shush and trust me, all right?”
“But I don’t trust you.” I laugh, pulling away, but she grabs my wrist and pulls me back again.
Giving in, I let her put the Hooker Red color on my lips, and when she turns me around to face the mirror, I actually don’t hate it.
“Told you,” she gushes.
I playfully scoff in defeat and smile. “You got lucky.” I point at my black dress that would match any color anyway.
“Okay, let’s go! Adam’s waiting for us in the lobby.”
Even though the bar isn’t that far, we take a taxi because I’ll be damned if I’m walking in these heels. I don’t need to go back to work with a sprained ankle, or worse.
“Oh my God!” Natalie squeals as we exit the backseat. “How cool is this?”
People are piling out of the bar, hanging out on the streets, and the music is so loud it could probably be heard from the beach. This is definitely going to be a wild night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ALEX
Hanging out with River and talking to her really opened my eyes to the kind of person she is—kind, caring, sweet. She didn’t hesitate for a second to come to Dylan’s rescue, and I find myself so intrigued by her that I want to know even more—if she’ll let me.
“Did you harass the nurses all night?” I tease Dylan while we’re in the back of the taxi.
“More like, they harassed me all damn night. When I’d finally fall asleep, they’d barge in, flick on the light, and say they needed to check my vitals. The first time, I was like okay, no big deal. But by the fourth time, I told her to get the hell out of my room.”
I snort, shaking my head at him. “You did not.”
“I sure as fuck did. Couldn’t get no more than fifty minutes of sleep before they were waking me up, and when four a.m. rolled around, I was over it.”
“Damn. Now, I’m glad you made me go back to the hotel last night. Otherwise, I’d be a cranky asshole like you.” I grin, adjusting my ball cap.
He wrinkles his nose and doesn’t respond. Once we’re back to our room, it’s just past noon, and I’m starving.
“Should we find someplace to eat?”
“Sounds good to me. Let me grab a quick shower first to get this hospital stank off me.”
I grab the remote and flick on the TV while he showers. The first few days in Key West have definitely been interesting ones, and even though it got off to a rough start with Dylan’s near-drowning, I know we aren’t going to let that ruin our time here. In fact, Dylan’s ready to party more now than ever.
Over the next few days, we continue exploring the island and even take one of those bus tours. I keep a lookout for River but don’t see her at the pool, bar, or beach. I’m partially worried she left, but then I remember Natalie saying they were here for two weeks too.
“Stop,” Dylan groans as we walk around the historical parts of the Keys.
“What?” I ask, not bothering to look at him.
“You keep looking for River.”
That grabs my attention. “What are you talking about? I’m looking at all the…” It’s then I realize I have no idea what I’m looking at. “This historical building.”
He scoffs. “You idiot. This is the Hemingway House.”
Blinking, I look around and realize he’s right when I see the sign. We’ve been walking around and taking buses to different areas, but I’ve also been so lost in my head I hadn’t realized where we were.
“I knew that.”
Looking up at him, he rolls his eyes and keeps walking as I follow behind.
“Okay, I was looking for her,” I finally admit, catching up. “I haven’t seen her since the bar on Monday night, and I kind of want to see her again. Is that so bad?”
“See her or bang her?” he teases, knowing my reputation.
It takes me a minute to really think about it. “Well, I wouldn’t say no if she offered, but I really liked talking with River and just being around her. I don’t know, she has this vibe I’m gravitating toward. It’s hard to explain,” I confess, feeling more confused than before. I don’t typically hang out with girls unless it’s to get her into my bed.
“I should’ve known,” he says as I fall into step with him, and we make our way back to the hotel.
“Known what?”
“That you’d get hung up on the first hot girl you saw—who’s way out of your league, by the way—even though there are probably hundreds for you to pick from, and now I’m gonna hear about it for the next ten days.”