Page 90 of Kiss Marry Kill
Nelly shoved Taylor’s shoulder. “Stop talking about it, Tee!”
Megan turned her face to the small airplane window and tried not to cry. She chanced a glance across at the two men Jax had sent instead—Ben and Jason, neither of whom were looking at her. They sat there like two soldiers, quietly upright with their guards up. Megan leaned back, closed her eyes and tried to tune out the hurt she felt.
It was over.
Really over.
Somewhere inside she’d thought that once he’d had a few days to himself, once they saw each other again on tour, it would all be okay. In fact, that’s why she hadn’t fought him or the label in allowing ICS to be the security detail.
But it was all for nothing. He wasn’t coming.
She didn’t say anything the entire plane ride over and her friends knew her well enough to know she needed space.
A bit more than an hour later they arrived to Atlanta, where they would be staying for two nights. After that they’d be getting on buses for the rest of the tour. Jason and Ben were as methodical as Jax—they wouldn’t allow any of them to debark from the plane or walk into the hotel . . . or basically do anything until they “secured the perimeter.”
She was sick of it.
All the security.
All the military mumbo jumbo.
All of it.
She had put up with it for three weeks because her life had been in danger, but now the threat was over and Jax was trying to somehow assuage his guilt for dumping her by getting her this overzealous security detail for a tour that was perfectly safe.
It was utter bullshit.
Pissed off, Megan stomped ahead of Jason and Ben and went straight to her hotel room, the men hollering behind her to slow down. But she didn’t care and instead opened the door and slammed it shut, leaving her bodyguards huffing and puffing outside.
After assuring Taylor and Nelly via a bunch of texts that she was okay, Megan took a hot bath, skipped dinner, and went to sleep. The way she felt—having been blown off without even the decency of a phone call—made her ache so bad that the hurt had turned into anger. She refused to cry anymore.
With a throbbing headache, she was woken up early the next morning by the sound of her phone ringing. Blindly reaching for the nightstand, she found it. “Hello?” she answered it, half asleep. “Hello?” she said, louder this time and definitely more annoyed. When no one answered she sat up and looked at the screen, trying to clear the cobwebs out of her mind.
Unknown Caller
Her heart started to pound and she pulled up the sheet higher. “Hello?” This time her tone was more subdued.
There was a sound from the other side, like a laugh, maybe . . . and then the call ended.
She looked at the phone, as if it held all the answers.
Ryan was in jail. Maybe it was just a coincidence. People butt-dialed all the time, or called wrong numbers. It could be anything. She would mention it to one of Jax’s guys later this morning, she thought. Even with those thoughts, she double-checked the security latch on her door and the lock on the balcony windows. But the weird feeling didn’t go away, and when her phone rang again a moment later she hesitated in answering it.
But then she saw it was from her mom.
“Hello?”
“Megan?”
Megan looked at the clock and then became worried. Her mother wouldn’t normally call her this early in the morning. “Did you just call by accident?”
“No. Hey, Megan, Rambo’s been throwing up all night. Your father wants to take him to the vet.”
That wasn’t what she expected. She stopped pacing around the room and thinking of the previous call. “Uh, yes, thanks. I’ll text you guys the vet’s info. Please keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
“Thanks, Mom, talk to you later.”
