When Stars Collide (Light in the Dark #2) - Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,3
I won’t let this get to me.
“When we go to leave, follow my lead,” he tells me. “Okay?”
I nod.
Xander will take care of this. He’ll fix it. That’s what he’s good at.
The walk down the hall to the elevator seems endless. He reaches out to push the button to call it to our floor and my hand flies out, grabbing his wrist. “The rings,” I hiss. I completely forgot about them. I hastily rip off mine and go to stuff it in my bag but Xander swipes it from my hand. “Hey,” I protest.
“I can’t trust you with this,” he whispers gruffly. “You might throw it away.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“I’ll hold onto it, for now.” He takes his off and shoves both deep into his pocket. I should be relieved to be rid of the ring, to not even have it in my possession, but I feel slightly empty inside.
The shiny elevator doors slide open and we step inside. My heart is beating so loud in my ears that I can pick out each individual beat. I look to Xander and I can’t read his emotions. His face is a mask of steely calm, like he can take on the world and not bat an eye. It’s what makes him such a good football player. The other team never knows what he’s thinking.
The doors open to the lobby and we wheel our bags out.
I’m glad to be going home. The past week—last night especially—has worn me out. I never imagined when the three of us joined Xander’s dad for a business trip—to learn more about the architecture business—that it would lead to this. I guess that’s what we get for extending our trip into the weekend so we could have a break.
And somehow, in all the chaos of this morning, I’ve forgotten the fact that once I get home there will be no avoiding Xander. We live in the same house, our rooms side by side, and I’m his assistant at his dad’s firm for the summer. My eyes dart to his profile—the elegant slope of his nose, and slight pout of his lips—and swallow thickly. Even if we get this taken care of today, I’m going to have to endure his presence every second of every day. It’s already been a struggle, fighting my feelings, and after this? I don’t know if I can do it.
Xander and I meet Cade in the dining area and leave our bags at the table he secured before going over to grab our food. Xander piles a stack of steaming pancakes on his plate and my stomach rolls. I don’t think I can eat. I grab an orange juice and a straw and start back to the table.
“You need to eat, Thea,” Xander calls after me.
I look at him over my shoulder and worry knits his brows. “I’m not hungry.”
He starts to say something else but I don’t stay to listen. I slide into the chair across from Cade and he eyes my orange juice. “Hung over?” He asks.
“Yep,” I lie. I might’ve woken up that way, but the whole We got married thing sobered me up real fast.
I sip my orange juice as Xander pulls out the chair between Cade and me and sits down. I expect him to protest on the not eating thing some more but instead he hands me a granola bar and says, “Just in case you get hungry on the flight.”
Always worrying about me. “Thanks.” I tuck the bar in my purse and thankfully Cade pulls him into conversation and I’m left with my thoughts.
I have no idea what Xander has planned for us to ditch Cade but I hope it’s good. Cade’s not stupid and he’ll figured it out if it’s not a believable lie.
I begin to worry that Xander’s not going to say anything as we throw away our trash and head outside to the waiting taxi line. We start for the first taxi and the driver hops out to help with the luggage.
“Shoot,” Xander says, patting his pockets. “I left my phone.”
“You left your phone?” I repeat, like really? That’s the best you could come up with?
Cade looks over at Xander in disbelief. “Seriously, dude?”
Xander’s shoulders sag. “You got me, that was a lie.” I gasp. He has to be kidding me. He can’t tell— “Thea told me she wanted to go to the observation deck at the Stratosphere before we left and I promised I’d take her. You know I don’t like to break promises.”