Stuck With Me - Melissa Brown Page 0,7
seen you in a few gossip rags.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she said with a laugh. “And it’s nice to meet you too. Thanks for the distraction. I’m not a big fan of snow.”
“Me neither. I mean, I love to ski but hate driving in it.”
“Same.”
“So, he’s on tour, huh?”
“Yeah, he’s meeting me for New Year’s but then has to get back to it.”
“Why aren’t you with him?”
“Good question. I just had a lot to do back at home this time around. Knowing me, though, I’ll end up on a plane in a few weeks.” She laughed.
If I was married to Leo Nash, you couldn’t keep me away. That man is unbelievably sexy.
“What about you? Are you meeting someone at the resort?”
“A bunch of us, yeah. We’re gonna ring in the new year. Skiing, cocktails, all that good stuff. We’re renting one of the suites.”
“So are we!” Sam said with a wide grin. “I bet we’ll probably run into each other.”
I smiled. “I hope so.”
A half hour later, we finally rolled into the front entrance of Brighton Resort, and the entire bus erupted in applause for our driver, who’d gotten us there safely without any hiccups. Once I saw the large, modern building, my pulse slowed knowing that I’d soon be resting comfortably, book in hand, in our suite.
Sam and I had exchanged cell numbers in case we wanted to meet at the bar for a drink later in the afternoon. I was relieved to have an escape hatch from Dev in the event that Maren, Peter, as well as Allison and Scott were all later than planned. Leo wasn’t arriving until morning, so she welcomed the company too.
After checking in at the front desk, I took the elevator up to the top floor of the resort and smelled the fresh scent of pine as I pulled my suitcase behind me. I reached the Bingley Suite, and as I entered the large space and turned on the lights, I was taken by the rustic charm of the expansive suite that resembled a log cabin in the woods. Not only did it have a huge kitchen, two fireplaces, and four bedrooms, there was a hot tub on our private deck and a cozy living area with couches and armchairs.
I decided to let the couples enjoy the two bedrooms with king-sized beds and placed my luggage in the room closest to the living area. It had a queen bed, two nightstands, and a large bureau. Shedding my coat, scarf, and hat, I tossed them onto the bed and grabbed my book, plopping down on one of the inviting armchairs, settling back in with Mr. Darcy.
I could definitely get used to this place.
Bang.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Startled awake, I jumped in my seat, my heart racing as I realized someone was pounding on the door. And I’d fallen asleep on the all too comfortable chair.
“Lyra!”
Dev. Shit.
Tossing my book aside, I ran a hand through my thick hair and darted toward the door, opening it to see a very annoyed, very disheveled Dev.
“It’s about the time. What the hell?” He shook his head and plowed past me into the suite.
“Nice to see you too, Dev.”
He stopped, placed his hands on his hips, and raised both eyebrows. “Are you serious right now? I’ve been banging on that door for five minutes. What were you doing?” He paused, got a wicked grin on his face and continued, “Oh, never mind. Sorry to interrupt your, uh, private time.”
“Ugh.” I slammed the door and rolled my eyes. “You’re gross.”
“Well, obviously you were….indisposed.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he took off his coat and tossed it to the floor. With a huff, I grabbed it and put it on the nearest barstool in the dining area.
“I fell asleep, Dev. Seriously, get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Impossible, sorry. And besides, your hair is all messed up. You’re frazzled. What am I supposed to think?”
“I’m not entertaining this conversation,” I said, walking past him and his devilish grin.
“Ah, you love it,” he said with a wink. “Wow, this place is sick!”
“I thought you’d been here before.”
“Um, no,” he said, suddenly serious. “My people don’t ski.”
My head jerked back involuntarily, and I sneered at his generalization. “That may be the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. And believe me, that’s saying something.”
Dev waved me away. “I’m just playing, girl. Chill out!”
“So you do ski?”
He winked again. “I’m probably the best skier you know.”
“Nice.”
He didn’t even notice me rolling my eyes as he turned to