fifteen
KENZIE
The next morning, I stomp my way over to Blake’s hotel room and pound on the door. “Blake! If you do not open this door so I can see you alive and well, I’m going to pull the fire alarm.”
There’s laughter on the other side and I grow angrier. Eventually the door flies open, and Geoff is standing there in a towel. His salt-and-pepper hair matches the trail of hair heading south.
“What kind of welcome is that?” He holds out his arms, but I bypass them, storming in to find Blake in bed under the sheets.
I turn and close my eyes. “Tell me you have clothes on.”
“No, but you were about to get everyone in this hotel in a hissy fit from your screaming and pounding, so we had no choice but to answer. Give me a second.”
I face the wall while a million questions float through my
