In Her Best Friend's Bed. J. Margot Critch

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      “And you did,” Trevor responded. It seemed Jamie was oblivious to what they had interrupted, but one look at Maya’s raised eyebrow told him that she didn’t miss much. “What’s up?”

      Jamie’s smile was sheepish. “I, uh, just wanted to show Maya the view up here at night.”

      Trevor laughed. “Sure.” He was skeptical that the view was the only thing Jamie wanted to show Maya. “It really is something else, though.”

      Jamie chuckled at Trevor’s doubt, clapped his palm on Trevor’s shoulder. “Sorry we haven’t been able to talk all night, man. Lots of hands to shake.”

      “No problem,” Trever said. “I get it. It’s been a crazy night for you. How are you holding up?”

      “Honestly, I’m exhausted,” Jamie replied, dragging a hand through his dark hair. He threw a glance at Maya. “We might take off.”

      “You’re leaving your own party?” Abby asked.

      “Yeah, I’ve already spoken to everyone I needed to,” Jamie explained. “We need to hit the sack. It’s been a big day.”

      “And I repeat—sure...” Trevor smirked at his friend. He knew Jamie was going to bed with his new fiancée, but he doubted that either of them would be getting much sleep.

      “It’s been a long day,” Maya concurred, unable to pry her eyes away from Jamie’s face.

      Abby nodded, clearly unconvinced, as well. “Uh-huh.”

      “You both suck,” Jamie said, laughing and looking back and forth between Trevor and Abby. “Anyway, we’re leaving. But would you guys like to get breakfast tomorrow morning before your flight home?”

      “Yeah, sure.” Trevor nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

      “Me, too,” Abby responded.

      “Great. Let’s meet at the café here in the hotel. Around eleven o’clock?”

      Trevor and Abby both nodded in agreement, and they watched as Maya pulled Jamie away from them, into the elevator and most definitely down to their penthouse suite. Before Trevor knew it, he and Abby were once again alone.

      Abby was first to speak. She exhaled a breath. “You know, I should be getting to bed, too.” She let out a yawn that Trevor knew was forced. But he walked her to the elevator and they waited for the car that would take them down.

      When they got to the main floor, he escorted her to the elevators that would bring them to the guest rooms. Trevor stopped Abby before she got into an elevator alone. “Want me to walk you up?” he asked her. His intentions were mostly those of a complete gentleman, who wished to see her to her room safely. But part of him was hopeful that she would invite him into her room so that they could finish what they’d started.

      She shook her head, dashing his hopes. “No. It’s not necessary. I’m a big girl.”

      Trevor didn’t want to push it. He knew that Abby was a strong woman. She didn’t need or want a man to look after her. If he insisted on walking her to her door, it would just make her angry. “Even so. Sure you don’t need the company?”

      “I’m sure. I’ll be fine.” She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

      “Why don’t you text me when you get up there, though? Just so I know you made it all right.”

      “Fine,” she said, laughing as she walked into the elevator. “See you in the morning.”

      The doors closed between them, and Trevor was all alone in the lobby. He sighed and downed the rest of his champagne, emptying the glass he still held in his hand. He walked back into the club. The party was still in full swing and he surveyed the room full of strangers. He figured he might as well head up to his room. He and Abby had to fly back to Montreal the next afternoon, and shortly after landing, he would have to head to the club for some meetings that he’d scheduled with a couple of vendors, and he had to finish the staff schedule for the upcoming week and input the end-of-month inventory numbers, and he had to make arrangements for upcoming holiday events booked at the club... His to-do list was a mile long.

      On the other hand, he knew that it would be a while before he’d be in Vegas again, so he might as well enjoy the party and the free drinks and the glamourous company while he could. He was never one to turn down a good party. “I can sleep on the plane,” he muttered with a shrug.

      He really wished that Abby had stuck around. He missed her. She was great to talk to. They had become such good friends in the past couple of months. It turned out that they had a lot in common and enjoyed each other’s company. They went to movies together, had dinner together, talked through their respective problems—Abby would even confide in him about the men in her life.

      Alone, he walked back to the bar and ordered another drink. He sat at an empty stool and turned around to once again survey the room, thinking about Abby back in her room, and how he wished he was up there with her, but she’d rebuffed his offer. And he took that as a definite sign that she was interested in nothing more than friendship with the likes of him.

      “Is this seat taken?”

      Trevor turned his head to the voice and smiled when he saw a gorgeous woman in a short red dress standing beside the empty stool next to him. He held out a hand, gesturing to the stool. “It’s all yours.”

      * * *

      ABBY TAPPED HER foot as she waited for the elevator to take her to her floor. She folded her arms and realized that she was still wearing Trevor’s jacket. She pulled the collar to her nose and inhaled his scent as it completely enrobed her. She could still feel the tingle of his lips on hers. And she knew that if one brush of his mouth against hers had elicited such a reaction, why hadn’t she asked Trevor to come up with her? He’d offered. But for some reason she’d said no. Was it fear? If she had invited him up, then their friendship would have been irrevocably changed, and his friendship was too valuable to her. But, God, she shivered at the thought, what a night it would be.

      Abby took out her phone and saw the many messages from Luke. She sighed and walked out of the elevator when the doors pulled apart at her floor, heading for her room, but she paused outside her door. Luke had broken her first rule. Don’t get serious. She didn’t want a serious relationship. Just a little bit of fun. She turned her head and looked longingly at the door she knew belonged to Trevor’s room. He was still down there at the party and she could have been, as well. She checked her watch and, with a sigh, she realized that it was still pathetically early. Determined, Abby turned on her heel and walked back to the elevator.

      Before she could change her mind, the doors opened and she stepped back inside the same elevator she had just vacated and drummed her fingers against her thigh as she counted the numbers as she descended to the lobby. Maybe she and Trevor could continue the kiss they’d shared. Maybe more.

      When she got back to the nightclub, the party was still in full swing, the lights had dimmed and the music had gotten louder. More people were dancing. Abby squinted into the crowd, scanning the room for the familiar face that she sought. But it was his laugh that she somehow heard over the din of the club before she could pick him out of the crowd. He was sitting at the bar. She smiled and started to walk to him. She was almost there when she stopped short and ducked behind a couple of men СКАЧАТЬ