The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“Are you going out tonight?”

I roll my eyes. “No, Jay; relax, will you?”

God, he’s frigging traumatized from that night I was dancing with the blond god.

“It’s hard to relax when I know how gorgeous you are on the other side of the world all alone.”

“Well, in four more days you’ll be back.” I glance at my watch. “I’ve got to go. I’m going to miss my bus.”

“Okay. I’ll let you go. Have a nice day, babe.” He sighs.

“You too,” I whisper.

He lingers on the line.

Even on the other side of the world, he has an effect on me. He’s waiting for me to tell him I’m missing him . . . he always does.

“I’m missing you.” I smile.

“Me too.”

“I’ll speak to you tonight.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Molly and I’ve just been out for dinner, and she’s driving me home. Her phone rings through the Bluetooth in her car. The name Michael lights up the screen. “Hello,” she answers.

“Oh my God, Molly. I need your help.”

“What’s wrong?” she stammers as she slows the car down.

Michael is her ex-husband; my eyes widen as I listen.

“I took something, and now I’m driving, and I just passed out, and my car hit a guardrail.”

“What?” she cries as she pulls the car over to the side.

“I feel so dizzy.”

“Holy shit, tell me where you are!”

“I’m on the interstate near the garage we get gas from.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.” She does a U-turn and starts speeding in the other direction.

She’s driving like a bat out of hell, and I hold on for dear life. “Do you know mouth to mouth?” I ask.

“No.” She shrugs. “Maybe a little bit. Can you google passing out for me?”

I start to google. “Should we just call an ambulance?”

“Maybe.” She looks between me and the road; she calls him back.

“Hello,” he says in a meek voice.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”