The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(33)

Hayden runs over and tries to grab the out-of-control tap as it flies around. We are both saturated. A waiter walks into the kitchen and slips in the water, dropping his tray of plates. “Sorry,” I call. “Occupational safety at its worst.”

Hayden bursts out laughing, and I do too. This is ridiculous.

“Get out of my kitchen,” the owner cries. “You idiots!”

I take off my apron, and Hayden’s eyes widen. “We’re out of here.”

“What?”

I spin her away from me and undo her apron, and I grab her hand. “Let’s go.” We run through the restaurant, and Basil’s eyes widen when he sees us. He looks around as if not sure what to do, and then he makes a run for it too. We run out onto the street and burst out laughing, completely saturated and looking like drowned rats.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Basil gasps as he looks us up and down.

“Fire hose.”

His eyes widen. “He sprayed you with the fire hose?”

“Yes,” I lie.

“Holy shit,” he cries. “We need to report him to someone. That’s just wrong, man . . . the instructions need to be in English.”

I’m laughing so hard that I can hardly stand up, and Hayden is too.

“What do we do now?” Basil asks, wide eyed.

“We go out and party.”



I breathe in deeply as I wake up from my dozing. Hmm . . . I have to get back to my room.

I have a naked woman under each arm, our legs entwined in the sheets. It was a good night.

I needed that.

I stir, and they both cling to me. “Where you going?” one whispers.

“Home.” I sit up and climb out of bed and smile as I watch them both fall back to sleep. I bend and kiss them each on the cheek and run my hand over their naked hips.

Hot.

I make my way back to the hostel and get into the shower; the hot, steamy water runs over my head, and I soap myself up as I wash them off me.

I’m exhausted. It’s been a very long day.

I sneak into my room to find Kimberly in my bed.

What?

The fuck is she doing here? This isn’t her room.

Damn it, I would have stayed where I was if I’d known I didn’t have a bed back here. I look around the dark room. Fuck it. I’ll climb in with Grumps.

I slide in beside her and scooch under the blankets. Still asleep, she shuffles over with her back to me to make room. I roll on my side and put my arm around her from behind. I inhale the sweet scent of her hair and feel her curves under my arm.

And then, in bed with my favorite person in Spain, I feel myself finally relax.





Chapter 8


HAYDEN

The sound of a door slamming out in the corridor wakes me up, and I rub my eyes.

Someone is in bed with me, his body snuggled up against mine from behind, and by the heavenly smell of him, I know exactly who it is. “Why are you in my bed?” I whisper huskily.

“Shh, less talking, more sleeping,” he murmurs with his eyes closed.

We doze back off as we spoon, and I must admit, the close physical contact with someone is nice. I haven’t had a hug since I got here a week ago.

I hear movement. “Oh no,” Bernadette gasps. “You said no hanky-panky with roommates.” She looks down from her top bunk at Christopher and me.

Ugh . . .

Christopher stirs. “This is sleeping, Bernadette. No hanky-panky.”

“Oh,” she says as if relieved. “You could have slept with me.”

“Help,” he whispers as he pulls me closer into his arms, and I smirk.

“He will sleep with you tomorrow night, Bernie,” I reply.

He pinches me under the cover, and I giggle.

We keep lying in each other’s arms, and he snuggles in closer. His big arm is around my waist, and our bodies and bare legs are up against one another’s.

“Look who’s all sated and cuddly,” I whisper. “I’m guessing last night went well?”

“Shh.” He cuddles me closer. “You’re getting annoying now.”

I giggle.

His phone beeps a message, and he rolls onto his back to check it. “Hmm.” He hums as he reads it. “Finally.”

“What?”

He rolls me over and pulls me onto his chest. His arm is around my shoulders. “My new card is at the bank.”

Hmm, I’m still half-asleep.

“Come with me to go get it?”

“No.”

“Will you two shut up,” Bodie snaps. “People are trying to fucking sleep here.”

“I’m one of them.” I bump my forehead into Christopher’s, and I feel him smile above me.

He tries to sweeten the deal. “If you come with me, I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Hmm.” I bring my hand up to his chest and notice the dark hair on it. “What are we eating on your budget, 2 Minute Noodles?”

“What’s that?”

I frown as I look up at his face. “2 Minute Noodles?”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Everyone knows what fucking 2 Minute Noodles are,” Bodie replies from his top bunk.

“I thought you were sleeping,” Christopher says to him.