Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Getting off the bed, I put on my cover-up, then gather my beach bag and phone before I leave my room.
It takes me about ten minutes to get down to the beach from the hotel. Once I’m there, I find the prime spot I had yesterday is gone so I continue down the beach. It takes me another five minutes to find an empty chair, and after placing my towel on the back, I sit on the edge and take out my phone.
My stomach is a mess as I slide my finger across the screen, but as soon as I see the four texts waiting for me, I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling.
Walker: Hanna, pretty name.
Walker: So it’s not flight attendant?
Walker: I don’t give out my cell, so no need to clarify.
Walker: Where are you?
Letting my lip go, I quickly type.
Me: I’m staying in Ibiza for two nights before I head back to London.
I press Send and jump when my phone starts to ring a moment later. Glancing around in a panic, I wonder what I should do. Texting seemed so inconsequential compared to a phone call where I’ll have to hear the sound of his voice.
When the call cuts off, my muscles relax, then tighten again when a message pops up.
Walker: Answer my call LOL
The phone starts to ring again, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I put it to my ear. “Uh… hello.”
God, I’m an idiot.
“Hey.” His voice is deep and warm and filled with humor.
“Hey.”
“You’re in Ibiza?”
“Yeah.”
“Where are you staying?”
I look to my left at the hotel in the distance. “At the Torre Del Mar.”
“Small world.”
“Are you staying here too?”
“Close. We’re at the Ushuaia a little ways from there.”
“Oh,” I whisper. When I was looking for rooms, the one I chose was at the top of my budget. The one he’s staying at is something I couldn’t afford if I wanted to.
“What are you doing now?”
“Umm…” I glance around like I need the reminder of what I’m doing. “I just got down to the beach, so I’m going to lay out for a bit and maybe go in the water.”
“Why don’t you come here?”
“Uh….” My heart starts to pound.
“Or I could come to you.”
I laugh. I can’t help it.
“Is that a yes to me coming to you?” he asks.
I guess I’m really doing this.
“Okay, yeah. Sure. I can meet you in the lobby.”
“All right, give me thirty minutes to get back to my room and throw some shit together, I’ll head your way when I’m done.”
“Okay.”
“Keep your phone on you. I’ll text you when I’m in a cab.” He hangs up after a quick goodbye, and I stare at my phone, wondering what the hell I just agreed to.
I could barely keep myself from acting like a moron when I saw him on the plane, so I don’t know how I’m going to handle being in his presence when I don’t have work as an excuse to avoid him.
Gathering my things once more, since I only have one lounger and will now need two, I start back toward the hotel. It’s a trek, and by the time I make it inside, I’m a bundle of nerves. Between my stomach churning and my head feeling faint, I don’t know what will happen when I actually see him again. With my luck, I’ll pass out. I’m sure he would totally enjoy that.
As I’m paying for a bottle of water at the snack shop inside the hotel, my phone dings with a text.
Walker: On my way.
Yep, I’m for sure going to pass out when I see him, if my reaction to that message is anything to go by.
I text him back, so he doesn’t call me again, then wander to one of the couches in the lobby to sit and wait. Time seems to slow, and even if my mom always told me that watched water doesn’t boil, I can’t help but stare at the clock on my phone as each minute passes.
“Hey.” At the sound of his deep voice, I look up, and my mouth instantly goes dry. I thought I remembered how good-looking he is, but as he walks toward me in a pair of black board shorts, a white T-shirt, and a backward baseball cap, with a bag over his shoulder, I can’t help but think my memory didn’t do him justice.
“Hi,” I squeak out, standing, and he gives me a beautiful grin. “I’m Hanna.” Like the idiot he’s turned me into, I hold out my hand, and he glances down at it before shaking his head and wrapping me in his arms. As he pulls my soft body into his hard one, I swallow and beg myself to pass out, to put me out of my embarrassed misery.
“I didn’t think you’d call.” He lets me go, his eyes wandering over my face.