Who We Could Be - Chelsea M. Cameron Page 0,29

the wind on my face.

“The closest thing we have is someone giving you a ride on their four-wheeler or tractor.” That made her laugh, mostly because it was so true. We lived in a weird place.

Both of us were completely beat when we got back to the hotel, so we took turns taking showers and put on pajamas, but covered up with the fluffy robes we found in the closet. There were also slippers.

“I thought this was going to suck, but it’s not sucking as much as I thought,” Monty said, resting back against the pillows as I flipped through the channels. I was tired, but not quite ready for sleep yet. I needed some wind-down time first.

“Are you telling me that this sucks?” I waved my hand around the gorgeous room. “Did you need a cute boy rubbing your feet or something? I can probably order that.” Room service had to have something like that available.

Monty made a face. “Ew, no. I don’t want a man touching my feet, thank you.”

Agreed. I didn’t even let Gus rub my feet much, and he was my fiancé.

“Is there anything else you do want?” I turned on my side and propped my head on my hand. Monty stared at the ceiling.

“I don’t know anything anymore, Cin,” she said, and I watched a tear roll down her cheek. I reached up and swiped at it with the sleeve of my robe.

“Hey, talk to me,” I said.

Monty pressed her lips together and shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me and I’ll help you figure it out.” She shook her head again and sniffed. I rolled over and grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand, passing them to her.

“I really just want to go to bed.”

“Okay,” I said, and she went to the bathroom for a few minutes. I assumed she was brushing her teeth, but I didn’t really know. She came out and her face was a little red. I took my turn, and she was quiet as I tossed the robe on a chair, plugged in my phone, and climbed into bed.

Monty quickly braided her hair back and I settled in next to her.

“Goodnight?” I said, because I couldn’t figure out what else to say.

“Yeah, goodnight.” She leaned over and turned off the lamp on her side and I turned off mine.

The two of us lay in the dark, listening to each other breathe.

“Thank you for coming with me,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome.”

She rolled away from me and went to sleep.

Eight

Monty

I barely slept that first night, but I tried. The nap in the middle of the day hadn’t been the best idea, and had thrown my internal clock off, but there were other reasons why I couldn’t get my mind to settle.

So many thoughts that were shapeless and confusing and strange. I couldn’t talk to Tessa about them, because I didn’t even have words for them. Just a sick feeling in my stomach that kept me up all night.

At least Tessa had slept, because I’d heard her tiny adorable snore.

I waited until she stirred before I pretended to come awake. I rolled over and almost smiled at her sleep-drenched appearance. Hair everywhere, eyes bleary, cheeks with marks on them from the pillowcase.

“Good morning sunshine,” she said, giving me a little smile before stretching her arms over her head.

“Good morning.” She rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, and I pulled up my agenda on my phone. I’d left yesterday blank because I knew I probably wouldn’t be in the best state to schedule anything, and I’d been right.

Today, though, today I had plans.

Tessa skipped back from the bathroom and jumped on the bed, her eyes bright.

“You’re awfully chipper,” I said. Usually she wasn’t a morning person.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was going to order for breakfast. Help me decide.” She nabbed the room service menu and shoved it in my face. Normally I would have discouraged all the room service orders, but I had a huge budget for food, so we could pretty much do what we wanted. In an ideal world, TJ and I would have been having too much honeymoon sex to worry about food and would have been ordering it around the clock.

Hindsight, you rude bitch.

“Challah French toast sounds incredible, plus some fruit and coffee? I need some fucking caffeine,” Tessa said, and I looked away from her hair. It was stuck up all over the place, like the plumes of an exotic bird.

“Sounds good to me,”