“No. No, I’m sorry your—person—was a jerk. That sucks.” She didn’t understand why someone would leave someone else at the altar.
“Yeah. Well.” Marissa shrugged. “I uh…”
She waited for Marissa to continue for a second, and when she didn’t, Bekka found a smile. “You want to play cards or something after I get out of my suit?”
Marissa smiled back warmly. “Thank you. I think I’m tired and still on East Coast time. Can I get a rain check?”
“Sure. I’m here until after Christmas. There’s no reason to be in Dallas when I can be here.” She wanted to give Marissa a hug, but she also knew better. “Sleep good!”
“Yeah, me too. I don’t have any reason to be in New York…at all. You can kick my ass at rummy tomorrow night. It’ll be just like our college days.”
“Yeah.” Well, college featured orgasms and a lot of Boones Farm, but that was just a detail.
“Great. Thanks.” Marissa was moving them toward their adjoining doors with purpose. “Good night. I guess we’re skiing tomorrow. See you then.”
“Woosh, woosh.” She was going to go downstairs and have supper. She needed more than a cup of spiked cocoa for her meal.
Maybe they’d go to the steakhouse; she hadn’t eaten a meal with Bryan in eons.
5
Staying in that robe and ordering room service had been the best idea ever, but getting up early to go skiing was at best a five out of ten. It would probably get higher marks if she hadn’t finished off that bottle of wine all on her own.
The hotel sent up a huge breakfast that was obviously meant for two to share, but she hadn’t knocked on Bekka’s door yet. She was going to be good and dressed before she made that mistake again.
She was proud of herself for sending Beks back to her room when she did. It wasn’t easy after that whiskey went to her head, but the other things the whiskey was trying to convince her to do were so out of the question it was the only way.
One whiskey in a little hot cocoa, and she was thinking about everything from dropping her robe accidentally on purpose to pulling Beks into bed.
That was a hard no. Been there, barely survived that.
The sound of full-on diva belting came from the other room, Bekka giving her best Sara Bareilles. It wasn’t bad, and there was nothing wrong with the pure joy in the song.
That was actually pretty cool. She didn’t remember Beks singing before. She pulled on a fleece sweater, thermals and wool socks, and once she was dressed, she knocked on Bekka’s door. “Want breakfast?”
“Come on in.” She opened the door to Beks, who was wearing nothing but a sports bra and yoga pants, upside down and singing.
“Oh.”Jesus. She let herself stare a second, because what fool wouldn’t? “Bad time. Sorry. There’s this big tray of food in the suite…”
“It’s fine. I was just relaxing and preparing for the day.” Beks moved, and all those lush curves made the most amazing shapes on the way down.
“Do you always relax upside down?” She didn’t recall that from their college days. She remembered some hot acrobatics, but they weren’t yoga.
“Only in the last few years. I have an aerial setup at home, which makes it easier.”
That was a pretty picture, but she made herself ignore it. “Well, if you’re hungry…”
“Sure.” Beks rolled down and sat up. “Head rush!”
“O…kay.” She left the door open and went back into the suite to see what they’d brought up. Beks didn’t look like she was ready for skiing, but skiing didn’t really seem like Bekka’s thing anyway. It wasn’t something you wanted to do upside down.
Beks wandered out, hair up in pigtails, wearing long johns that hugged every curve.
“Oh, look at you, all ready for winter.” Marissa’s fingers itched to touch that waffle-weave-covered ass, and she picked up the coffee pot to keep them busy. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please! I do love my morning caffeine.”
Beks didn’t sound like she needed caffeine one bit, but she poured it anyway and handed Beks a mug. “I think there are crepes.”