I inhale a breath now that my air is Fisher free.
Whimsy sidles up beside me, brushing my arm with hers. “Are you sure you can never forgive him?” Whimsy asks. “I mean, you never want to share exactly what happened with you guys, but the way he looks at you … it’s special. Was it really that unforgivable? If it was I’ll never bring it up again.”
I look down at the tiled floor. “It was a long time ago,” I reply. “And it wasn’t unforgivable but at the time it felt like it.”
“Isn’t there some saying about time heals all wounds or something like that?” Sabrina asks, typing on her phone. Of course she was listening.
“I think so,” Whimsy agrees. She gives my elbow a small squeeze. “What happens in Vegas stay in Vegas—you know, just in case you want to rekindle this old flame to see if the spark is still there.”
I shake my head. “Not happening.”
My brother returns from wherever he disappeared to—probably the bathroom or to grab a snack. Based on the crumbs I spot on the front of his shirt, I’m betting snack.
“What are you ladies talking about?” he asks, slinging an arm over Whimsy’s shoulder.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I would. That’s why I asked.” He pokes my arm. “Come on, I wanna be in the know.”
“It’s girl stuff,” Whimsy tells him. “You’ll have to keep dreaming.”
Luckily, the three of us are saved from anything else he might say when Noah and Fisher join us. He passes a room key to Elias for him and Whimsy and then one to me. I told him I could pay for my own room, but he insisted on paying for everyone.
“Meet in the lobby at six-thirty for dinner?” he asks and we all nod.
The group of us pile into the elevator with Elias and Whimsy getting off first. Then it’s my turn a few more floors above, only Fisher gets off the elevator too.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, glancing back just in time to see the doors sliding closed and Sabrina tossing me a thumb’s up.
My eyes widen in horror.
What the hell?
“My room is on this floor too,” he says, gesturing for me to go first.
Biting down on my tongue so I don’t say anything I’ll regret, I stomp ahead and wheel my suitcase behind me, using my cane with the other. The first thing I’m doing is soaking in the tub and then I’m getting a nap.
I stop at my door and fumble for my keycard. Fisher stops at the door right beside me.
“Need help?” he asks, when for whatever gods forsaken reason, my key won’t unlock the door.
“I’m good.” I give him a sharp-toothed smile.
“If you’re sure.” He shrugs, watching me.
The light on the keypad finally turns green and I give him a closed-lipped smile before I open the door.
My smile instantly disappears when I step inside and spot the adjoining door.
Sure, I don’t have to open it, but it’s there.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
CHAPTER 10
FISHER
I slidemy hands in my pockets and lean against the wall outside Ebba’s door. Checking my watch, I decide to give her another five minutes before I bang my fist on the door to make sure she’s okay. Those five minutes will make her a total of fifteen minutes late. Noah’s already sent me two texts to make sure everything is okay.