Dear #47, You're the Worst by Vivian Wood

Author:Vivian Wood [Wood, Vivian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vivian Wood

Chapter 23

Hunter

I wake up to a generic hotel ceiling and the sound of someone knocking on my door. For a second, I think it’s housekeeping, but then I remember I put the Do Not Disturb sign up last night.

The knocking stops for a second, and I close my eyes, drifting. Juliet is supposed to be flying in this morning with Ivy and the rest of the off-ice support team. I arrived with the team last night so that I could get a solid night’s rest before we play against Boston, one of the toughest teams in the country. Thoughts of Juliet filled my dreams, and I slept fitfully at best.

It’s been two weeks since I had to sleep in a hotel room, and the ache of loneliness is hitting me hard. Usually, I don’t give a fuck if I’m on the road. But knowing the Juliet is at my house, probably wearing those silky little sleep shorts and no fucking bra… sitting on the couch, watching foreign detective dramas. Not missing me at all while I fucking wallow in my hotel room.

Fuck, I hate this. Do I even like Juliet? I’m not supposed to. But she’s the first thing in my head when I wake and the last thing when I finally pass out. Why can’t I just be a normal fucking human?

“Mr. Huxley? Room service!” a voice calls. The person outside starts banging on the door again, growing impatient. I drag myself out of bed, still half-asleep, and open the door to find a guy in a hotel uniform holding a breakfast tray. “Room service for Mr. Huxley?”

I frown. “I didn’t order anything.”

“Says here it’s from your fiancée.” He hands me the tray with a grin that suggests he thinks he’s delivering something romantic. There’s a paper bag on the tray with a note written in Juliet’s neat handwriting, complete with a smug little heart drawn next to it.

I can’t help it. I grin like an idiot at the stupid little heart. No one else in the world could make me do that. I tip the guy and shut the door, shaking my head.

Plucking the note off, I read it.

Wanted to make sure you’re treating yourself right on the road. Good luck in your game today. I’ll see you tonight.

XO, Monroe

My lips twitch. This is exactly what a real fiancée would do for her hockey player husband-to-be.

Inside the bag is my exact go-to breakfast order. Scrambled eggs, hot sauce packets, crispy turkey bacon, fresh fruit, and black coffee so dark it could strip paint. She got my order down to the specific brand of hot sauce I always ask for.

How? I’m not sure. I haven’t ordered it in front of her. She must have gotten my order from the team’s chef or something. I can’t help but smirk. Juliet’s not even in the room and she’s already controlling my day.

The coffee is perfect, rich and dark, which pisses me off because I don’t want to be impressed by her attention to detail.

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