Summer, didn’t ask why, didn’t make him grovel, but simply nodded and said, “Okay.”
Mozart turned her around to face him and put one hand on her shoulder and tipped her chin up with the other. “I’m really sorry, Sunshine. I said I’d be back and I wasn’t before tonight.”
Summer merely shrugged, “It’s okay, Mozart. I didn’t think you meant it.”
Mozart’s hands tightened on her. “What do you mean you didn’t think I meant it? I said it didn’t I?”
“People say stuff all the time. I’ve found most of the time they don’t follow through.”
“Well, when I say something I follow through. I should’ve been here before now though. I let you down.”
“Mozart…”
Knowing she was going to let him off the hook again, he interrupted her. “No. Tell me you believe me. Tell me you know that when I say something, I do it.”
At the stubborn look in her eyes, and her lips pressing together Mozart could only laugh. “Okay, that sounded conceited I know, but I hate having you think that nobody does what they say they will.” Mozart wrapped her up in his arms again and picked her up as he sat down gingerly on the rickety cot. He put Summer in his lap and kept his arms locked around her. Without saying anything else he took a second look around the small room.
The space heater sat forlornly in the corner, silent and turned off. The orange extension cord was plugged into it as it snaked under the edge of the boards that made up the wall. There was a sink, but it was old and cracked. There were shelves lining the back and sidewall over the sink, filled with bottles of cleaning materials and cloths of some sort. There was a suitcase sitting against the back wall as well. It was closed, but not zipped.
Mozart closed his eyes and leaned his head against the side of Summer’s. She’d lain her head against his chest and sat on his lap awkwardly with her hands in between them, clutching his jacket around her.
Standing up suddenly with Summer in his arms, he gripped her tightly as she startled. “Shhh, I’ve got you, Sunshine. Do you need anything for the night?”
“Uh…no?”
At her answer, Mozart took a step to the door and leaned over so Summer could reach it. “Open the door for me, please.” Summer did as he asked and Mozart walked out into the cold night with Summer held tight against his chest. He shut the door behind him with a kick of his boot and took long strides toward cabin seven. He dropped Summer’s feet to the ground when he got to the door, but didn’t let go of her waist. Keeping her body close to his, Mozart took the keycard out of his pocket and slid it into the slot on the door. It clicked and Mozart pushed it open.
Summer didn’t say a word as Mozart carried her across the parking lot and opened one of the cabin doors. He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her into the room once he’d opened the door. He kept walking until he got to the small bathroom.
“Take a hot shower, Sunshine. I’ll get you something to wear when you’re done. Get warm. I’ll be back. I’m going to make a short trip into town. Don’t open the door to anyone. I mean it. If your boss knocks, ignore him. Take your time in the shower. Got it?”
Summer could only nod at Mozart. She was bemused and a bit in shock. She hadn’t expected to see Mozart again, but here he was. She knew he wasn’t really asking her to do anything, he was telling her. At the moment, she had no issues with his demands though. She felt like crap and was cold down to her bones. A hot shower sounded heavenly.
She watched as Mozart leaned down and brushed his lips over her forehead. “In you go. I’ll be right back with something for you to wear. I’ll put it right outside the door here. Then I’m going into town.”
“Okay, Mozart. Thank you.” Summer knew she should be protesting his Alpha tendencies, but she couldn’t.
“Don’t thank me, Sunshine. This is all on me.”
Mozart turned her around to face him and put one hand on her shoulder and tipped her chin up with the other. “I’m really sorry, Sunshine. I said I’d be back and I wasn’t before tonight.”
Summer merely shrugged, “It’s okay, Mozart. I didn’t think you meant it.”
Mozart’s hands tightened on her. “What do you mean you didn’t think I meant it? I said it didn’t I?”
“People say stuff all the time. I’ve found most of the time they don’t follow through.”
“Well, when I say something I follow through. I should’ve been here before now though. I let you down.”
“Mozart…”
Knowing she was going to let him off the hook again, he interrupted her. “No. Tell me you believe me. Tell me you know that when I say something, I do it.”
At the stubborn look in her eyes, and her lips pressing together Mozart could only laugh. “Okay, that sounded conceited I know, but I hate having you think that nobody does what they say they will.” Mozart wrapped her up in his arms again and picked her up as he sat down gingerly on the rickety cot. He put Summer in his lap and kept his arms locked around her. Without saying anything else he took a second look around the small room.
The space heater sat forlornly in the corner, silent and turned off. The orange extension cord was plugged into it as it snaked under the edge of the boards that made up the wall. There was a sink, but it was old and cracked. There were shelves lining the back and sidewall over the sink, filled with bottles of cleaning materials and cloths of some sort. There was a suitcase sitting against the back wall as well. It was closed, but not zipped.
Mozart closed his eyes and leaned his head against the side of Summer’s. She’d lain her head against his chest and sat on his lap awkwardly with her hands in between them, clutching his jacket around her.
Standing up suddenly with Summer in his arms, he gripped her tightly as she startled. “Shhh, I’ve got you, Sunshine. Do you need anything for the night?”
“Uh…no?”
At her answer, Mozart took a step to the door and leaned over so Summer could reach it. “Open the door for me, please.” Summer did as he asked and Mozart walked out into the cold night with Summer held tight against his chest. He shut the door behind him with a kick of his boot and took long strides toward cabin seven. He dropped Summer’s feet to the ground when he got to the door, but didn’t let go of her waist. Keeping her body close to his, Mozart took the keycard out of his pocket and slid it into the slot on the door. It clicked and Mozart pushed it open.
Summer didn’t say a word as Mozart carried her across the parking lot and opened one of the cabin doors. He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her into the room once he’d opened the door. He kept walking until he got to the small bathroom.
“Take a hot shower, Sunshine. I’ll get you something to wear when you’re done. Get warm. I’ll be back. I’m going to make a short trip into town. Don’t open the door to anyone. I mean it. If your boss knocks, ignore him. Take your time in the shower. Got it?”
Summer could only nod at Mozart. She was bemused and a bit in shock. She hadn’t expected to see Mozart again, but here he was. She knew he wasn’t really asking her to do anything, he was telling her. At the moment, she had no issues with his demands though. She felt like crap and was cold down to her bones. A hot shower sounded heavenly.
She watched as Mozart leaned down and brushed his lips over her forehead. “In you go. I’ll be right back with something for you to wear. I’ll put it right outside the door here. Then I’m going into town.”
“Okay, Mozart. Thank you.” Summer knew she should be protesting his Alpha tendencies, but she couldn’t.
“Don’t thank me, Sunshine. This is all on me.”
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