Page 7 of 7 Miles High

Chapter 3

Parker

I’m a fortunate guy, but not just because the plane landed safely. That I expected. The more surprising stroke of luck was her reaction to my ballsy statement. That could have been the real disaster.

Instead of a slap across my face, or pretending to be insulted, the smile said she was all in.

There’s no need to play games. She’s confident. Both of us are just on a mission to have a good time.

Never ignore a horny woman.

“The Grand Fiesta Americana,” I say to the taxi driver. “How far is it?”

“One mile. Very close,” he says.

My cell sounds.

Natalie: Tick tock. Times a wastin’.

Reading the text I quietly chuckle. I know she’s not talking about the group plans.

Me:Your impatience is encouraging.

Natalie: My hands. My lips. Your body.

It’s gonna be a hell of a night.

Me: Do you like your kisses down low?

There’s a long pause. Uh oh. Was that too much?

Natalie:Well now you’ve done it. I’ve got to change my panties.

There’s no holding back my laughter.

“What’s happening?” James says, straightening his shirt.

“Natalie and I are messing around,” I say with a grin.

He’s not surprised in the least. “Quick work. Careful. Don’t make the same mistake I did.”

“Not a chance. She’s just here for fun.”

“Are we meeting in the lobby?”

“No. In front of the hotel. Matt and Elliott are already there.”

I take a minute to look at the bright neon colors of Cancun at night. Names of bars and restaurants are written in lights. It’s always party time here.

“Feeling better?” I ask. “You look better.”

James has started going through angry texts from bridezilla and her family. The scowl on his face makes it obvious.

“Stop it! Give me that,” I say, grabbing his phone.

“I’m just deleting,” he scowls, snatching it back. “I feel fine. Ready to start drinking.”

At least he’s more verbal than this morning. Progress.