After We Fall (Take the Fall, #3)(62)

After I drink my coffee and score some pain relievers in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, I get dressed and pack the few things I brought with me. Except I can’t find the buttoned-up shirt that I wore with my tux…actually, I can’t find any of my tux at all. It’s not a rental, so I don’t have to worry about that, but I do have to get to the airport because I’m scheduled for work in two days. No way am I showing up like this.

A maid in uniform enters my room. “Is there anything you need?” she asks.

“I’ve lost my shirt.”

She smiles. “Ms. Castillo had your clothes sent to the cleaners.”

“Tell her thank you.” I grab my bag and shove my wallet into the back pocket of my jeans. “Could you ask her to send them to her son’s place and I’ll pick them up?”

“Si. I will tell her after she wakes up.”

“Please tell her thank you since I have to catch a plane back to the States.”

The maid nods again.

The ride to the airport is uneventful and it takes me no time at all to get through security. I sleep the entire flight back, having bought a nonstop ticket to Charlotte, then spend the next two days recuperating.

By the time Thursday rolls around, I’m good as new again. My day at work couldn’t be better; I have a morning-to-late-afternoon shift that will enable me to hit up the iHeart Radio concert that I’ve been planning to attend for months.

For no reason at all I wonder if Saylor would want to go. I almost pick up my phone to text my buddy, Hunter, for her number. Almost.

I don’t know why I can’t get that woman out of my mind. Maybe I should swing by where she works at the animal shelter and say hi. Or something.

What’s wrong with me?

The two of us barely know each other, our entire cute little meet-up centered around coffee drinking—on my part anyway. Not my finest moment, for sure, but what can a guy do?

In any case, once I get to the venue tonight, I’ll grab a drink and a seat in the VIP section, then chill. Couldn’t ask for a better way to spend a night.

My good mood is still intact by the time I finish my shift. I check on the roster and tomorrow’s schedule before making my rounds. Saving the galley for last, I push open the door and who should I find sampling the hot wings, but…

“Saylor Dean.”