first at his hand on the table, then her gaze moved upwards, over his chest, past the buttons of his shirt, to his neck, his chin—she jerked awake.
Chapter 6
Consciousness is a bitch. I slept with Jack. And dreamed of Lucas the moment I fell asleep.
Nice.
Classy.
Oh. God.
If there is a hell, I’m totally gonna burn. Although Lucas would probably be there too. So, that’s a bonus.
She heard the hotel room door open, then the clanking of a room service cart as it was wheeled inside the room. Val snuggled under the covers a little more. She could hear the lids being lifted, caught a whiff of bacon and coffee.
Things are good. I’m not a slut.
“ If you bring me coffee I’ll be your best friend,” she mumbled.
“ Well then bestie— you’re in luck.”
“ Great.” Val sat up, watching Jack come towards her with a cup of coffee. This makes the top ten list of surreal things that have happened in my life . Jack was already in his swim shorts, wearing a dark t-shirt and flip-flops , and felt like she needed to blink again. “I sort of imagined you wearing jeans and shit-kickers on the beach.”
He was back at the cart, a piece of bacon halfway to his mouth before turning to look at her, “What does that say about me?” he asked with a smile.
“ Maybe that you’ve got a stick so far up your ass you don’t know how to have a good time?” she said sweetly then took a sip. The coffee was strong and bitter.
Just like I like my men.
Jack put the piece of bacon down and walked towards her, smiling mischievously. “You better be careful with those stick comments.”
Valerie squealed as he prowled up the bed towards her, “No way! No how! It’s never going to happen, no sticks will ever be up my—”
His mouth descended, kissing her, cutting off her laugh. She set down the coffee cup blindly, sure she was putting it in the right place, but she didn’t. The cup fell to the ground with a smashing sound and Jack jerked away from her, both of them peering over the edge of the bed to see the shards of broken porcelain.
“ I should clean that up,” she said, flushing in embarrassment. Total accident. Nothing to do with dreaming of Lucas.
He got off the bed and went to get a towel while Val picked up the pieces and tossed them in the trash.
She took a towel from Jack’s outstretched hand. A few moments passed in silence as she carefully blotted up the liquid. Just an accident. I really wanted to keep kissing Jack and go back to bed for more sex. Really.
“ Are you going for a swim?” she asked steadily.
There was a slight delay before he responded. “Yeah. I was thinking about it.”
She nodded absently. “I need an hour or so anyway. I want to check on things for the funeral, see if anyone has emailed about coming over for it from abroad.”
She heard him behind her, moving things around on the dresser. Probably looking for the room key.
“ I don’t know how many of the Hunters will come,” he said.
“ Why do you think that is?” she asked. It seemed odd to her. Someone you fight the good fight with dies , and yet they couldn’t be bothered to pay their respects?
Jack sounded distracted. “What? Why don’t they go to a lot of funerals? Expense? Too busy killing monsters? Maybe they don’t want to think about it?”
“ Those are reasons, I suppose,” Val said slowly. There was nothing left to blot. Val stood and tossed the towel into the bathroom before coming back, staring at the palm frond pattern on the carpet.
Jack sat down on the bed and sighed. “You have something you want to say?”
She blinked. “No.” Yes, but no, because if I say something , the good times won’t roll.
“ Fine, I can start. You shouldn’t have a funeral, Valerie. You know that.” He sounded exhausted. They’d slept for nine hours. What, he’s emotionally exhausted by 9 am?
“ Excuse me? I’m supposed to bury him without a goodbye?”
He fell back on the bed, hands
Chapter 6
Consciousness is a bitch. I slept with Jack. And dreamed of Lucas the moment I fell asleep.
Nice.
Classy.
Oh. God.
If there is a hell, I’m totally gonna burn. Although Lucas would probably be there too. So, that’s a bonus.
She heard the hotel room door open, then the clanking of a room service cart as it was wheeled inside the room. Val snuggled under the covers a little more. She could hear the lids being lifted, caught a whiff of bacon and coffee.
Things are good. I’m not a slut.
“ If you bring me coffee I’ll be your best friend,” she mumbled.
“ Well then bestie— you’re in luck.”
“ Great.” Val sat up, watching Jack come towards her with a cup of coffee. This makes the top ten list of surreal things that have happened in my life . Jack was already in his swim shorts, wearing a dark t-shirt and flip-flops , and felt like she needed to blink again. “I sort of imagined you wearing jeans and shit-kickers on the beach.”
He was back at the cart, a piece of bacon halfway to his mouth before turning to look at her, “What does that say about me?” he asked with a smile.
“ Maybe that you’ve got a stick so far up your ass you don’t know how to have a good time?” she said sweetly then took a sip. The coffee was strong and bitter.
Just like I like my men.
Jack put the piece of bacon down and walked towards her, smiling mischievously. “You better be careful with those stick comments.”
Valerie squealed as he prowled up the bed towards her, “No way! No how! It’s never going to happen, no sticks will ever be up my—”
His mouth descended, kissing her, cutting off her laugh. She set down the coffee cup blindly, sure she was putting it in the right place, but she didn’t. The cup fell to the ground with a smashing sound and Jack jerked away from her, both of them peering over the edge of the bed to see the shards of broken porcelain.
“ I should clean that up,” she said, flushing in embarrassment. Total accident. Nothing to do with dreaming of Lucas.
He got off the bed and went to get a towel while Val picked up the pieces and tossed them in the trash.
She took a towel from Jack’s outstretched hand. A few moments passed in silence as she carefully blotted up the liquid. Just an accident. I really wanted to keep kissing Jack and go back to bed for more sex. Really.
“ Are you going for a swim?” she asked steadily.
There was a slight delay before he responded. “Yeah. I was thinking about it.”
She nodded absently. “I need an hour or so anyway. I want to check on things for the funeral, see if anyone has emailed about coming over for it from abroad.”
She heard him behind her, moving things around on the dresser. Probably looking for the room key.
“ I don’t know how many of the Hunters will come,” he said.
“ Why do you think that is?” she asked. It seemed odd to her. Someone you fight the good fight with dies , and yet they couldn’t be bothered to pay their respects?
Jack sounded distracted. “What? Why don’t they go to a lot of funerals? Expense? Too busy killing monsters? Maybe they don’t want to think about it?”
“ Those are reasons, I suppose,” Val said slowly. There was nothing left to blot. Val stood and tossed the towel into the bathroom before coming back, staring at the palm frond pattern on the carpet.
Jack sat down on the bed and sighed. “You have something you want to say?”
She blinked. “No.” Yes, but no, because if I say something , the good times won’t roll.
“ Fine, I can start. You shouldn’t have a funeral, Valerie. You know that.” He sounded exhausted. They’d slept for nine hours. What, he’s emotionally exhausted by 9 am?
“ Excuse me? I’m supposed to bury him without a goodbye?”
He fell back on the bed, hands
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