Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(101)
“This is going to be so much fun, Kiera!” she squealed, squeezing me tight. As she pulled me toward the hotel, I looked behind us. Griffin’s eyes were glued on her ass; he still hadn’t zipped up his pants.
The bellhop was waiting for us when we entered the lobby. I had to give this hotel high scores in the Wow department. The lobby looked straight out of Gone With the Wind—sweeping grand staircases, crystal chandeliers, hardwood floors, and exquisitely detailed rugs. While Anna gaped at the luxury around us, Matt and Evan made arrangements for her at the front desk. It warmed me that the boys so easily accepted girlfriends and wives joining them, whether for short or long bursts. As far as twenty-something rock stars went, the guys weren’t your stereotypical hotel-room trashing, groupie-banging, party-all-night divas. Well, most of the guys weren’t, and they kept Griffin in line.
When the bellhop got the okay to lead Anna to our rooms, we made our way to the elevator. Kellan and Griffin were back by that time, but they had to wait for the next car. This hotel was plusher than any hotel I’d been in back home, ten times nicer than my honeymoon suite with Kellan. The inner doors of the elevator were made of burnished brass, and Anna’s and my reflection stared back at us. Anna preened while I examined her belly. “I’m thrilled to see you, Anna, but should you really be traveling in your condition?”
Anna stopped running her fingers through her board-straight, dark brown locks. “Condition? I’m not diseased.”
The bellhop’s lips twitched. His head was facing straight forward, but the reflective doors made it pretty obvious that his gaze was blatantly fixed on Anna’s ample chest. Sort of wanting to block his view, I told my sister, “Yeah, but what if you went into labor early, on the plane or something?”
Anna gave me a humoring smile as she wrapped her arm around me. “You worry too much. Besides, how awesome would that story be?” Her fingers spread in the air like she was reading a headline. “‘Baby Boy Delivered at 30,000 Feet.’ Film at eleven.”
The bellhop snorted, switching it to a cough. Anna flashed him an award-winning smile. I couldn’t help feeling just a tiny smidge of jealousy. Ah, to be as breezy as my sister. Somehow, the I-don’t-give-a-crap gene had skipped me. The elevator dinged to a stop, and the bellhop politely indicated for us to go first. I wasn’t sure if that was his training or if he wanted a peek at the backside that had Griffin poised for action.
As we walked along the thick carpet, I glanced at the copious amount of luggage my sister had decided she couldn’t live without. “You sure brought a lot of stuff for one concert,” I murmured.
Grasping my hand in hers, Anna giggled. “Actually, I’m staying.”
All of the muscles in my jaw stopped working. “You are? But, what about your job?” Anna worked at the “family” restaurant, Hooters. Her manager had spent a lot of time and energy mentoring her on the business side of the restaurant. Up until, well, yesterday, Anna’s plan had been to get into management after the baby. Had she up and quit her job? Actually, that would not surprise me in the least.
Not a care in the world, Anna shrugged. “I decided to go on maternity leave.”
We arrived at the end of the hallway where the rock star’s rooms were. The D-Bags and I had two rooms on one side of the hall, and the three members of Holeshot had one room on the other side. Sienna had the entire penthouse suite. I had a feeling that Anna and Griffin would be confiscating one of the D-Bags’ rooms, and the rest of us were going to be very cozy for a while. Maybe Kellan and I would return to our bus sanctuary quicker than I thought.
Still a little shocked, I sputtered, “But you have a month left,” as I used my key to unlock one of the rooms.
Anna walked through like she owned the place. “I know! Just one month to be wild and crazy and completely carefree.” Walking over to a crisply made bed, she sprawled herself across the elaborately brocaded cover. “Why would I want to waste my last chance at freedom being shackled to a restaurant when I could be touring the country with a bunch of rock stars?” She raised an eyebrow at me, like I should completely understand. I did. I just also understood the reality of her situation.
I sat beside her as her luggage was wheeled into the room. “But what about the baby? Where are you going to have him?”
Her face turned droll. “Call me crazy, but I was planning on having him in a hospital.”
I shook my head. “What if we’re not near one when you go into labor? What if we’re in the middle of nowhere?” Oh God, was I going to have to deliver my sister’s baby? On a tour bus? I felt a little sick just thinking about it. I was not a blood, mucus, and gore-friendly person.
She waved my concerns away. “It will be fine, Kiera. Don’t stress so much.”
I knew that the delivery part of having a baby actually did worry my carefree sister, and I started to wonder if that was the real reason for her escape from Seattle. My sister could do denial better than anyone.
Griffin and Kellan popped into the room a minute later. Kellan tipped the bellhop while Griffin lay down on the bed next to my sister. His hands were under her dress before I even had a chance to turn away. Feeling my cheeks heat as the sounds of lip-smacking filled the air, I hurried over to Kellan. He was lightly laughing at the frisky pair of reunited lovers. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him from the room and tossed over my shoulder, “Catch you guys later.”