Who We Could Be - Chelsea M. Cameron Page 0,26
safety demo before.” She finally looked up and met me with wild eyes. Yup, she was panicking.
“Here,” I said, rummaging through my purse. I pulled out an eye mask I’d been intending to use myself, but I could sacrifice it for a good cause. Monty put the mask on, her headphones on her ears, and lay her head back. No more doomscrolling. I sat back in my seat and after a few moments, rested my head on her shoulder. Ahhhh, perfect. I snuggled into her and closed my eyes.
I woke up a little as the plane took off, and then it was naptime until Monty was gently shaking me.
“Whaa?” I said, immediately regretting being awake. My body was crunched like a pretzel and I had to pee so bad I thought I was going to need a new pair of jeans.
“We’re here,” she said, and she looked a little less twitchy than when we took off.
“Did you sleep any?” I asked.
“No, but you did. Bitch.”
I laughed through a yawn and looked around as we waited to deplane. From there it was a mission to get our luggage from the overhead and then get in a car to take us to the hotel.
“It’s hot as Satan’s butthole,” I said, regretting wearing said jeans. I hadn’t thought about that when we’d left Maine, but I probably should have.
“I think I told you to wear something looser,” Monty said as we drove away from the airport and got on the highway.
“Well, that doesn’t help me now, does it?” I grumbled. At least the car had air conditioning, and the hotel would too. The first thing I needed to do was take a shower and change. I hoped Monty would get in a short nap before forcing us to partake in some sort of activity. I knew she had an itinerary on her phone that she’d been trying to hide from me.
It was safe to say that Savannah was different than Maine, and not just the heat. So many historic homes and plaques and statues. And the trees, I couldn’t get over them. They were huge and had these heavy tendrils hanging down everywhere. I just wanted to sit under one and drink a sweet tea or something.
Monty checked us in and the person at the desk looked at her account and then beamed at her.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Murray, we’re so happy to have you here.” The blood drained from Monty’s face and I grabbed onto her so her legs didn’t give out.
“Uh, yeah, do whatever you need to do in the computer to get rid of that info,” I said to the confused front desk person, and then explained the situation in hushed tones.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ll get that updated right away.” Monty started making a weird gasping noise as the front desk person clacked on the keyboard to remove mentions of Monty being married.
“Ford, are you okay?” I looked into her face and I saw tears starting to run down her cheeks. Shit, this had been a bad idea.
“Here are your room keys, and I’m sending up a complimentary bottle of champagne.” It was the least they could do.
“Sounds good,” I said, taking the room keys, Monty’s arm, and somehow getting the luggage on a cart so we could go up to our room.
Monty started to get her bearings in the elevator, but I still wanted her to lay down for a little while, or maybe take a soak in the tub or something. I’d have to check out what they had for room service options.
After a little fumbling, I got us through the door and then tried to block the view from Monty.
“Go into the bathroom,” I told her.
“Why?” She tried to shove past me.
“Just go in the damn bathroom for a few seconds, Ford.” Monty glared at me, but stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. I rushed to the bed, which was covered in a heart made from fake rose petals. I brushed them onto the floor and shoved as many of them as I could under the bed. There wasn’t anything else wedding related, so that was good.
“Can I come out now?” Monty called from the bathroom, clearly irritated.
“Yes, you’re good.”
“Oh,” she said, looking at the bed, that was a little rumpled from my efforts to remove the petals. “I forgot there’s only one bed.”
“Right.” That hadn’t even occurred to me at first, but it was a big bed. We could share it. No big deal. “I