The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(72)

“Hello.” I smile.

“Hey there,” his deep velvety voice purrs down the line.

“How’s my man?”

“Good, busy. How are you?”

“Lonely.”

We’ve spoken every day since he’s been gone . . . twice a day, actually.

He chuckles. “You didn’t look too lonely last night in that Skype session.”

I feel my face flush. We’ve been sexting each other every night, and last night I may have given him a little vibrator show. The look on his face was one of pure pleasure. I clench my sex just thinking about the way he was pulling himself as he watched me.

God . . . deviants.

“What’s going on today, sweetheart?” he asks.

My stomach flips every time he calls me that; it will never grow old. “Working.” I try not to talk about work with him. I want to keep our relationship as separated as I can. “What are you up to?”

“I’m just about to go out to dinner with Elliot. He’s introducing me to some girl he’s met.”

“Really?” I smile. “Has he fallen in love?”

“God, no. He falls in lust every week, though.”

I giggle.

“Are you going out tonight?”

I roll my eyes. “No, Jay; relax, will you?”

God, he’s frigging traumatized from that night I was dancing with the blond god.

“It’s hard to relax when I know how gorgeous you are on the other side of the world all alone.”

“Well, in four more days you’ll be back.” I glance at my watch. “I’ve got to go. I’m going to miss my bus.”

“Okay. I’ll let you go. Have a nice day, babe.” He sighs.

“You too,” I whisper.

He lingers on the line.

Even on the other side of the world, he has an effect on me. He’s waiting for me to tell him I’m missing him . . . he always does.

“I’m missing you.” I smile.

“Me too.”

“I’ll speak to you tonight.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Molly and I’ve just been out for dinner, and she’s driving me home. Her phone rings through the Bluetooth in her car. The name Michael lights up the screen. “Hello,” she answers.

“Oh my God, Molly. I need your help.”

“What’s wrong?” she stammers as she slows the car down.

Michael is her ex-husband; my eyes widen as I listen.

“I took something, and now I’m driving, and I just passed out, and my car hit a guardrail.”

“What?” she cries as she pulls the car over to the side.

“I feel so dizzy.”

“Holy shit, tell me where you are!”

“I’m on the interstate near the garage we get gas from.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.” She does a U-turn and starts speeding in the other direction.

She’s driving like a bat out of hell, and I hold on for dear life. “Do you know mouth to mouth?” I ask.

“No.” She shrugs. “Maybe a little bit. Can you google passing out for me?”

I start to google. “Should we just call an ambulance?”

“Maybe.” She looks between me and the road; she calls him back.

“Hello,” he says in a meek voice.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Should I call an ambulance?”

“No,” he snaps. “Just get here.”

Five minutes later we pull up behind his parked car, and we can see him slumped in the front seat. We both get out to run up to the car.

“Thank God you’re here,” he splutters when he sees her. Then he sees me, and his face falls.

“It’s all right. This is Emily,” she says. “What happened?”

He points at her and me. “Do not tell a soul.”

“What?”

He gets out of the car, and we both look down. He has a huge erection.

“What the fuck?” Molly gasps.

“I have a Tinder date tonight, so I took a Viagra, but it didn’t seem to work, so I took another two.”

I put my hands over my mouth in horror.

Molly’s eyes widen. “You took three Viagra?”

He nods, his erection nearly splitting his pants.

“You are the stupidest fucking man I’ve ever known.”

“Without a doubt.” He winces. He goes to move and then gets dizzy and has to hold on to the car for balance.

“Get in the car,” she demands. “I’m taking you to the ER.”

“What?” he stammers. “No.”

“You have no blood left in your body, you stupid fuck!” she cries.

He puts his head into his hands, and I want to burst out laughing so hard. I bite my lip to stop myself as I look between the two of them.

“What’s the ER going to do?” he cries.

“Other than laugh at the middle-aged man with a Tinder erection, nothing. Get in the damn car.”

He goes to walk and then falls to the ground, and we both run to pick him up and put him in the front of Molly’s car. I climb in the back.

Molly’s eyes flick to him as he lies back on the seat in pain, and I stay silent, unsure what to say. I’ll catch a cab home from the ER. I don’t want to be in the way.