Levi
We walked slowly back to Frankie’s room, like neither of us was ready for the afternoon to end. The day went better than I hoped it would. Frankie didn’t hate me, I didn’t feel like punching anything, and we had established a firm footing with one another.
We were friends. Friends who had seen each other naked, sure, but friends all the same. It was better than being enemies, though not as preferable as continuing to see each other naked would have been. I was comfortable during lunch and a few times I thought about asking Frankie why she didn’t want to mess around anymore. I didn’t. It wasn’t the kind of thing friends did.
We stopped at Frankie’s door and she knocked.
“Why are you knocking on your own door?” I asked.
“Garrick and Val don’t have their own room,” I replied. “Better safe than sorry.”
“Good point.”
With no reply from inside the room, Frankie decided it was safe and slid her key into the lock.
“Thanks for lunch,” she said. “I’m going to face plant in my bed and take the best nap the world has ever seen.”
“I’ll probably do the same, unless Garrick and Val chose my room to conduct their business in.”
Frankie’s tinkling laugh was music to my ears. “If you can’t get in there feel free to come sleep here.” Her eyes widened and a flush coated her cheeks. “In Val’s bed, I mean. Like a nap club.”
She licked her lips and my eyes instinctively tracked the movement, stirring heat in my chest. A goodbye kiss seemed like the most natural thing in the world, but I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. Friends didn’t kiss friends.
“Have a good nap, Frankie,” I said. “I’ll see you at dinner later.”
“See you then,” she said, waving before disappearing into her room.
I let out a sigh and turned in the direction of my room, half-hoping Garrick and Val would be in there and half-hoping they wouldn’t. A nap sounded like a fantastic idea. Maybe when I woke up my head wouldn’t be in such a spin over Frankie.
At first I thought this unquenchable desire was just because I knew I couldn’t have her anymore, but I was beginning to suspect that it was rooted somewhere deeper than my vanity. Much deeper. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
A disgusted snort pulled me from my thoughts and I saw Josh heading down the hallway toward me. He arranged his features in a sneer as he approached, stopping in front of me.
My jaw tightened with disdain. “You’re in my way.”
“I know,” he said. “If it weren’t for me, you’d have Frankie all to yourself. Doesn’t it gnaw at you that she likes me better?”
I let out a barking laugh, surprising Josh.
“You think that’s funny?” Josh tightened his fists at his side.
I just smiled in response. His eye twitched with irritation.
“Are you done?” I asked.
Josh let out an indignant huff and stormed away down the hall, probably to go call his mommy and complain. I thrust my hands in my pockets and continued to my room, which I found empty. Disappointing. Not that I could imagine being in a bedroom alone with Frankie and not succumbing my desire to kiss her, which would have likely earned me a slap and an immediate dismissal from the nap club.
I spent most of dinner talking to my parents so it wasn’t as obvious that Val’s parents were ignoring them. It was a relief when Val and Garrick announced their desire to go to the bar and the older folks all declined the invitation. Frankie agreed to go, which meant her personal leech decided to as well. More of Val’s family was due to arrive tomorrow, and I hoped once they did I’d be seeing less of Josh.
Probably wishful thinking, but a guy could dream.
Frankie surprised me by looping her arm through mine on the way to the bar, leaving Josh no option but to catch up to his cousin and talk to her instead.
“Don’t gloat, but I need a break,” she whispered, staring ahead as Josh attached himself to Val’s side.
I chuckled. And, like a gentleman, I didn’t gloat.
“How was your nap?”
Frankie smiled dreamily. “Almost too good. If Val hadn’t come in and Full-Nelson-Slammed me, I might have never gotten up. Did you get any sleep?”
“More or less,” I said, thinking back to the boner I’d had to vanquish before my body would let me get any sleep. Frankie had that effect on me.
“I ache everywhere,” she whined, stretching her head from side to side. “No more activity for me. Until it’s time to walk down that aisle, I’m sequestering myself in a chair like an old lady waiting for her grandkids to come visit.”
“The ache’s good,” I said. “It means you did something.”
She laughed. “Yeah. Did something stupid like thinking I wouldn’t embarrass myself skiing.”
“You’re shortchanging yourself. All you need to master anything is tenacity, and you’ve got that in spades.”
She looked up at me, eyes bright. “Thanks, Levi.”
“No problem.”
We entered the bar area and I did a double take. Frankie’s mouth fell open as she took in the scene.
The place looked nothing like it had any of the other times we’d been in there. White string lights dripped down the walls, a band was playing a cover of a nineties classic in the corner, and the tables in the middle of the room had been cleared to form a dance floor.
“It looks amazing in here,” Frankie said. “It’s miles different from our cozy little pub.”
“More people, I guess,” I replied, shrugging.
Val waved us over to a table. “I’m so glad we escaped my parents,” she said when we took our seats. “They were driving me crazy.”
“What?” Frankie asked. “You don’t want to talk about stocks and bonds when you’re on vacation? What a crazy thought.”
The girls laughed and started talking about what they were going to drink. I made eye contact with one of the circulating servers, who came by to take our order. As he departed, I turned back to the table and caught Josh staring at me. He looked away quickly but I didn’t miss the malice in his gaze. Frankie and Val were too engrossed in conversation to notice.
I wondered what Frankie meant when she said she needed a break. Had my run-in with Josh this afternoon shaken him to the point of pushing himself on Frankie even harder? It wouldn’t work. I only hoped I got to watch him fail.
Later in the night, when the floor began to fill with couples, Josh staggered to his feet and extended a hand to Frankie. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but presumed he was asking her to dance, since a second later she took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor.
Garrick and Val were snuggled up together, giggling at some private joke, so I decided to people watch instead. The bar was bustling, tables crammed full of people laughing and drinking. It seemed like the entire hotel had showed up tonight, old folks rubbing shoulders with mulleted snowboarders still decked out in their goggles. They provided a wealth of opportunity for entertainment, but I kept finding my eye drawn back to her.
To Frankie.
She wore a slinky black dress that draped around her curves enticingly, though only showed the barest amount of skin. Her hair was tousled in loose curls over her shoulders and I longed to bury my hands in it. Her smile as she danced with Josh carried more politeness than it did actual enjoyment, and I caught her leaning away as he barked something in her ear. Her gaze landed on mine for the briefest of moments, and I knew I should look away. The last thing I wanted was to be caught staring at her. Still, I couldn’t. I smiled. Frankie smiled back.
It was such a simple, understated moment, but even in the mess of bodies it felt private.
Josh noticed his partner’s attention had strayed and glanced over his shoulder to see what had caught her eye. When he saw me, his brow creased and he whipped her around so her back was to me. I enjoyed about one second of delectable satisfaction before I watched Josh bend forward and plant his lips on Frankie’
s.
Searing rage flooded my limbs, fingers squeezing my glass so hard it was a wonder it didn’t break. I could have guessed that seeing Frankie kiss another man would irritate me, but I never imagined it would physically hurt. It was like he’d driven a knife through my chest.
Then, wonder of wonders, Frankie pushed Josh away.
I could only see part of her face, but from the look of things she was apologizing, one of her hands on his chest to hold him at bay. Cool relief swam up and swallowed my anger. Before I got too comfortable, though, Josh grabbed Frankie’s shoulders. His face purpled in annoyance.
I’d seen enough. Experience had taught me that Frankie could handle herself, but it wasn’t my style to sit by and watch when I could intervene.
I crossed the floor and tapped Frankie on the shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?”
“Yes,” Josh snapped. “You’re interrupting.”
“That’s the point.”
“I would love if you cut in,” Frankie said, turning around. She turned a scolding eye to Josh. “Goodnight, Josh.”
I looped and arm around her waist and held her other hand aloft. Josh stomped away, but I didn’t watch him to see where. I was too busy staring at the gorgeous creature in front of me.
“Thanks,” Frankie said, releasing a breath. “I think Josh had a little too much to drink.”
“What on Earth gave you that impression?”
That earned me a flat look.
I laughed and spun her under my arm, and when I pulled her back she stumbled and steadied herself with a hand on my chest. The touch ignited an inferno in my belly and I had to work to keep my expression neutral.
Frankie moved her hand to my arm so quick she all but slapped me.
“I feel bad for the guy,” she said.
The tactic to distract me worked. “Why’s that?”
“I just don’t think he’s very happy.”
“Interesting conjecture,” I said. “Most people would assume that a rich, handsome lawyer would have everything he needed for happiness.”
“Well he’s got a helicopter,” she muttered. “He kept asking me to let him take me out in it once the wedding was over.”
“And you said no?” I blew air through my teeth. “That sounds romantic as hell. What’s wrong with you?”
Frankie narrowed her eyes. “Stop teasing me. I can still taste his acrid breath in my mouth.” She stuck her tongue out and I laughed.
“You women are so complicated. You don’t want helicopter rides. You don’t want sloppy make outs. What do you want?”
Frankie held my gaze for a moment, deep in thought, before answering in a voice so low I had to lean in to catch her words.
“I want something real,” she said. “I don’t want a guy who’s always going to say the right thing. I had that with my ex and it meant jack shit when it came down to it.” Her expression sobered, and though she was looking right in my eyes it felt like her gaze was thousands of miles away. “Most of all I just want someone who loves me back.”
Frankie stilled and came back to focus. Something flashed in her eyes.
“I need some air,” she said quickly. “Can you excuse me for a second?”
“Do you want me to come with you?” I asked, but she was already pulling out of my arms.
“No. I’m good. Thank you though.”
She cut through the dance floor and disappeared a moment later. What was her deal? Did I say something wrong?
With nothing else to do, I headed back to the table, where Val and Garrick were still whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears. Josh was nowhere to be seen, which was good. It was better for everyone that he’d gone somewhere to cool off.
Garrick noticed me approaching and craned his neck to see if anyone was behind me. I sat next to him.
“Where’s Frankie?” he asked. “Don’t tell me she’s with Josh.”
“She went out for some air.”
Val leaned over Garrick and asked, “Everything okay?”
“I don’t know.” I frowned, confused. “We were dancing and she just left.”
Garrick and Val shared a look.
“You should go after her,” Garrick said.
“You think?” I looked to Val and her nod was the only answer I needed.
“Okay,” I said, sighing and rising to my feet. “I’ll go look for her.”
Frankie wasn’t anywhere in the bar, so I tried her room next. Three separate bouts of knocking yielded no results, so I figured she was still out around the resort somewhere.
I searched for nearly an hour, circling back to Frankie’s room one last time before I admitted defeat. Then, head whirling with questions, I headed to bed.
Chapter 32
Frankie
“Wake up sleepy head!” I whacked a pillow across the lump of Val’s body under the blankets.
She groaned. “It’s the day before my wedding. I don’t have to wake up early if I don’t want to.”
“It’s a good thing it’s nearly ten, then.” I smacked her again. “Come on. It’s time for your bachelorette party.”
Val’s mop of blonde hair rotated on the pillow and one peering eye emerged. “My bachelorette party?”
“Yes, your bachelorette party,” I replied, laughing. “Didn’t I tell you it was happening?”
“But I can’t be wasted for the rehearsal dinner tonight.”
“You won’t be. We’re not drinking.”
She shuffled up against the pillows a little and ran her hand through her hair, trying to tame her scarecrow locks. “Are we skiing? I don’t want to ski.”
“Nope.”
“What the hell is there to do up here besides ski and drink?” she asked.
I flashed the glossy menu in my hand. “Duh. The spa!”
Valerie giggled maniacally and shot forward, snatching the spa menu out of my hand. “No way! We’re having a spa day?” she asked. “God, I feel like such a girl right now. I need to calm down before I pull something.”
“Hey, get as excited as you want. It’s your day.” I leaned over and flipped through the menu, landing on the second to last page. “This is what I have booked for us. Facials, massages, body scrubs, and some hella indulging soaks. We’re going to walk out of that place new people.”
“I can’t wait. How long do I have to get ready?”
I checked the time on my phone. “About...fifteen minutes.”
Val didn’t waste any more time chatting. She vaulted out of bed and ran around the room getting dressed. I stayed out of the way of the whirlwind and patted myself on the back for a job well done. Val and I were going to have a great spa day, and as a lovely side benefit spending the day in the spa would keep me out of Levi’s path for an easy six hours.
Avoiding him for the past couple of days had been surprisingly easy with all the wedding prep going on. I felt a little bad for doing so, especially since when I left the bar the other night he came looking for me and I pretended like I wasn’t in my room. My dance floor revelation had left me shaken and staying clear of Levi seemed the best thing I could do.
“I don’t need to wear anything special do I?” Val asked.
“Girl, you never been to a spa before? We’re just going to get naked under some fluffy robes.”
She paused long enough to wiggle her eyebrows at me. “Sounds sensational.”
I made Val a coffee while she finished getting ready and she slammed it back before we headed out.
The spa was an oasis of relaxation. The gurgling of running water greeted us as we entered, courtesy of the cascading waterfall on one side of the room. Soft instrumental music hummed through the air and a woman with long black hair and a welcoming smile checked us in for our treatments and gave us directions to the changing rooms.
“I’m already relaxed,” Val commented, stripping off in front of the row of lockers.
“Tell me about it.” I sighed. “I needed this.”
“Me too. Great idea, Frankie.” She
squeezed my arm. “You always know what’s best for me.”
Our first treatment was a full body massage in a room that smelled of cedar and wood smoke. We lay on tables next to each other as silent masseuses worked out all the kinks and aches in our muscles.
I soaked in the atmosphere and willed myself not to stress. Not here. This spa was much too expensive to let any negative thoughts follow me here, but it was hard not to when they buzzed around my head constantly and had been for days.
“You’ve got a knot up here that won’t quit,” said my masseuse, an impossibly tall blonde woman with hands the size of oven mitts.
She ground her knuckles between my shoulders and I let out a gasp of pain.
Val snickered.
“There, that should do it,” my masseuse said in soothing tone. “It’ll return if you keep holding tension though. You must have something on your mind.”
My eyebrow twitched in irritation. Was she a shrink or a masseuse?
“Speaking of something on your mind,” Val said. “What’s going on with you and Levi?”
I felt myself tense and my masseuse tsked.
“Nothing,” I said, letting my muscles turn to goo against the bed. “I’ve barely talked to him.”
“That’s what I mean. You two seemed friendly for a minute and then nothing. Kaput. Did you fall out again?”
I swallowed and considered my options. I could lie to Val. If I told her he’d pissed me off she’d swallow it unquestioningly, and then I wouldn’t have to say out loud the thing that had been squatting in my brain for the past couple of days.
Or, I could tell her the truth—because she was my best friend, and because if I was going to tell anyone, I wanted it to be her.
I cleared my throat. It felt weird having this kind of talk while my face was sticking out through the bottom of a pleather donut and a stranger was rubbing me down, but hell, sometimes there’s no better time or place.
“Okay, so I was dancing with Levi that night that Josh tried to kiss me,” I began. “And I guess I just kind of realized something.”
“Go on,” Val encouraged.
“I think I’m in love with him.”
Val gasped. “With Levi?”
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