to call and ask the boss himself. “Izzy wants to take Abbie sightseeing, and God knows where else. Is that all good?” He pauses, and then goes, “Yep, okay. Bye.”
He glances up at us. “Looks like today we are your tour guides.”
Sounds interesting.
Chapter Eight
Hands full of bags, we step back into the clubhouse. After having such an amazing day with Izzy and Crow, playing tourist and visiting all the sights—Grauman’s Chinese Theater with the hand and footprints in the cement, Beverly Hills, the Santa Monica Pier—I’m exhausted, but I feel...exhilarated. I’ve wanted to travel for so long and just experience something new, but I never got the chance, and now it’s taken something as crazy as the situation I’m in to get me there. I can be bitter about this whole thing or I can make the most out of it, and I think I definitely did that today. Izzy and I get along really well, and it’s weird to think that I’ve made a friend out of all of this.
I don’t know how this is my life, but here we are.
Temper isn’t at the clubhouse when I get there, which is kind of a relief. It gives me time to have a shower, get changed and feel human again. Izzy shows me to my temporary room and makes me feel at home.
“We’re going to order in some Chinese tonight, and you’ll get to meet Skylar. She’s the best. She’s with Saint, and her stepdad was Hammer, our old president,” she explains, and helps me pack away all of my new stuff into the closet. “You’ll love her. We’re going to have to buy you a suitcase so you can take all of this stuff home.”
“Oh no, I guess that means another trip back to the mall,” I reply with a grin. “If Temper gives me back my purse that would be great, though, because I don’t want to rely on anyone else paying for shit for me.”
“Yeah, that would be annoying,” she agrees, frowning. “I swear, sometimes men just don’t think. Even if making him pay is great revenge for him bringing you here.” She gives me a wink.
“At least I got my phone back,” I say, checking my messages from Ivy. “I feel like a teenager who has gotten in trouble and got her shit confiscated.”
Izzy laughs softly. “I’d be so fucking angry. You’re handling all of this so well. We’re going to have fun, though. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I had fun with you today,” I admit, smiling. “Thank you for taking me under your wing. I can only imagine how it would have been if you weren’t here when we pulled in. I probably would have been thrown into a dungeon with some bread and water.”
She laughs again, just as Temper steps into the room, pushing the slightly ajar door open and taking us both in. “Have a fun day?” he asks me, eying the bags on the floor. “It looks like you did.”
“I made the most of it,” I reply, lifting my chin. “Thanks to Izzy and Crow.”
“Good,” he replies, looking at Izzy. “Can I speak to Abbie alone, please?”
“Sure,” Izzy says, moving to the door. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
“Why is she going to need you?” he asks her, frowning. “We’re just going to have a chat.”
“I don’t know, emotional support,” Izzy calls out as she closes the door.
Temper turns to me. “Great, a few hours with her and you’ve turned her against me.”
“You’re the president,” I say, brow furrowing. “I don’t think anyone can do anything other than like you.”
He sits down on my bed and sighs. “I appreciate you not giving them a hard time today. I wasn’t sure if they were going to catch you stuck in any windows or not.”
“Ha ha, very funny,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest. “You had to bring that up, didn’t you? And no, they were both lovely, and took the time to show me around. It was really nice, actually. And I feel bad that we used your card but you kind of took mine