Chapter Forty-Eight

Aiden

B ec: How am I supposed to pack if I don’t know where we’re going?

Aiden: Easy. You don’t pack anything and this turns into my favorite kind of weekend.

Bec: A naked weekend?

Aiden: See? You get me.

Bec: If you don’t tell me how to pack, I’ll be forced to exclusively bring granny panties and my grossest, stained oversized T-shirts with more holes than I can count.

Aiden: Babe, you can’t lay on the dirty talk 30 minutes before the game. How can I play when I’m picturing your shitty shirts on the floor? You got my dick hard.

Bec: Get your head in the game.

Aiden: Pack the big panties and grungy shirts. Pack whatever you want, Bec. It doesn’t matter what you wear since I’ll be tearing everything off your body so I can lick every inch of you.

Aiden: You there?

Bec: Excuse me. My brain is still buffering.

* * *

Bec and I took separate red-eye flights. I left straight from my away game. I couldn’t keep the destination secret forever, but I did wait to tell her where we were going until it was time for her to pick up her plane ticket at the airport.

From the look on her face now, her smile beaming from the passenger seat in our rental car, I can tell she’s not disappointed.

“I’ve never been to Colorado. I’m so excited,” she says while her eyes flicker over every highway marker we pass. “Where are we headed?”

“We’re close now,” I answer vaguely.

“So, what brought on this impromptu kidnapping anyway?”

“I’d hardly call sending you a plane ticket kidnapping.”

“Semantics. You didn’t tell me where I was going until I was already on my way here,” Bec says.

“You could have turned around,” I argue playfully.

“And leave you all by your lonesome? What would the tabloids have to say about you vacationing alone?”

“We won’t need to worry about that here.” Thankfully.

I’ve never drawn much attention from the media. I don’t give them much to work with. My lacking social life keeps me boring enough to avoid the spotlight, and I like to keep it that way. Though, more has come up since the guys and I promoted the adoption event on social media back in February. Given that it’s June, I’m surprised the buzz has lasted this long.

“How mysterious…I’m glad you finally asked Ellie to pack for me. I assume you told her what we’re doing while we’re here?”

“She knew the basics when she packed your bag. Which by the way, you’ll need to change when we get to our first stop.”

“Uh…okay? You might be the only guy I would agree to a date with at seven in the morning.”

“I wanted to beat the crowd,” I say, pulling into the parking lot. “Welcome to Rocky Mountain National Park.”