All I ever wanted was for someone to see me for who I really am. Everyone has their own expectations and eventually I fell into those roles, giving them what they needed from me. No one makes me feel like I’m just being myself when I’m with them.
Except for Crew.
“Wren.” His deep voice pulls me from my thoughts and I glance up to find Crew watching me, his gaze steady, his expression serious. He touches my hair. Tucks a strand behind my ear, his fingers lingering. “I’m glad you’re coming with me. You need to get away from reality for a little while.”
“So do you,” I say, then I frown. “Wait. I’m still supposed to be mad at you.”
A sigh leaves him. “What did I do now?”
“You never responded to my text this morning. I was worried about you. I didn’t know where you were.” That’s another thing I’m not used to.
Caring about someone—a boy—and wondering where he is when he doesn’t reach out. I was truly worried. Even a little panicked. What if something happened to him? Something awful? The relief I felt upon first seeing him blotted out all of my anger and frustration.
But that’s all coming back to me now.
“I was in the admin office all morning. I didn’t get out of there until after lunch,” he admits, reaching for his champagne glass and draining it, as if he needs the liquor coursing through him to even talk about it.
“Why were you in the office?” I almost don’t want to know.
“I was being questioned by police detectives. About Figueroa.”
“Oh.” That sounds ominous. “Are they going to arrest him?”
“Probably. That’s half the reason I wanted to get away from here. I’m sick of dealing with that shit. Natalie and her lies. Figueroa and his sleazy ways.” His upper lip curls with disgust. “I can’t stand him.”
“Forget about him.” I pluck the empty glass from his fingers and return it to the table before I turn my full attention on him. “Let’s focus on the weekend. I don’t even know where you’re taking me exactly.”
“Manchester, Vermont. I hear they go all out for the holidays.”
“Really?” Excitement bubbles up inside me, much like the bubbles in my champagne glass. “And there’s snow? Mountains? Pine trees?”
He nods. “I’ve never seen someone so enthusiastic for the mountains.”
“I’m a city girl. My family never goes to the mountains.”
“Not even to Vail?”
“You sound like such a snob right now,” I say with a soft laugh. “And no, we don’t go to Vail.”
“You’re missing out then.” He doesn’t even seem offended by me calling him a snob. Not like I really meant it.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Crew nods, turning in his seat so he’s facing me more fully.
“Did you do this for me? This trip to Vermont? Or for yourself?”
He reaches for me, his hand landing on my cheek, his fingers stroking my skin, leaving me breathless. “I did it for you.”
I blink at him, my eyes wanting to fill with tears, though I don’t know why.
“I did it for us,” he admits.
Just before he kisses me.
THIRTY-FIVE
WREN
The hotel is more like a resort, and when we enter the lobby, I glance up at the giant wrought-iron chandelier hanging overhead, the heat from the nearby massive stone fireplace immediately warming me up. Outside the snow has already started, the flakes small but abundant, and I wonder what we’ll wake up to tomorrow.
I still can’t believe we’re here. Together.
Alone.
Crew arranged for an SUV to be waiting for us when we arrived at the small airport and I couldn’t stop staring at him as he drove the snowy roads with calm expertise.
Who knew I would find a man driving so sexy? The word sexy wasn’t even part of my vocabulary until a few weeks ago.
But everything he does is undeniably sexy. From the way he takes command of every situation to the smooth sound of his voice as he talks to the hotel employee, who is currently helping him. She’s an older woman with a sharp Vermont accent who seems quite taken with him.
I can’t blame her.
I go and wait by the fireplace while Crew finishes up with the front desk clerk, our bags near my feet. He makes his way toward me, two key cards clutched in his fingers, a faint smile on his face. When he gets closer, he hands one of the keys over to me.
“I upgraded us to the cabin suite,” he says.