Tennessee Whiskey AU

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

"I have a plan, I know what I'm doing. Give me your hand, I will help you through it."

Thank God I get a bit of a lie in this morning. Between a couple of late nights mixed with several alcoholic beverages consumed last night I'm feeling a little rough around the edges this morning. The first thing I do is check my phone. I can't wait to see if I've had a response to my late-night text. He doesn't disappoint. Well, that is until I read the texts. Two of them. one came in around half five. The other about half an hour ago.

JA- I had a really good night so the pleasure is all mine. That's awesome news and can't wait.

JA- I've been thinking about Thursday. I don't know maybe I can join you guys. Show you a few things not in the tourist books.

My first thought is I can think of a few things he could show me that aren't in any books. As I'm busy laughing at mine own joke and feeling good about myself it finally dawns on me what that last text really meant. Well, that's confusing as fuck. Rough today remember it took me a minute to click into place. At some time between his messages something has happened and now he doesn't want to spend my last day together anymore. Before I go completely insane I text Erin. I need to talk this through urgently.

SM- 911. S.O.S urgent

SM- like now urgent

SM- Erin!!!!!!!!!!

EJ-ffs woman give a girl a chance. Is this an in person emergency or you wanna call me.

SM-ERIN!!!!!!!!

SM- get your arse here now!

It takes two minutes for the knock to sound at my door. I through my robe on and hurry to answer.

"What the fuck is the matter, for Christ's sake I've left Nathan in bed on his own for this and we both know how much I enjoy morning sex. This better be an actual emergency." Erin huffs at me.

"Shit I forget about Nathan, sorry but I have an emergency. Look what the hell do I say to that?" I say nearly smacking her in the face with my phone.

"Erm, what am I looking at sorry."

"Jensen, text, no to Thursday. Don't read other messages." I say dropping down on the bed like a stroppy teenager.

"Lettie, sweetie. If I'm going to be able to help you, I'm really going to need full sentences. Preferably ones that make sense. A good night was had last night so I'm working with fewer brain cells this morning."

"We had a plan to spend that day together. You know together, together." I say waving my arms about. "I had an awesome plan to seduce this guy. A day of incredible sex then leave on a jet plane. You know?"

"Yeah, me too." She mutters and I feel guilty. "Well, for starters you never told me your plan. Rude by the way." A huff is all I can manage as any sort of response, so she carries on. "Maybe he didn't know this plan. My point is you're not very good at actually letting other people know these plans of yours."

"Oh, he knew!" I shout as I jump back off the bed and start pacing the hotel room, my arms flapping even more wildly now as if I'm trying to fly out without the jet plane. "Of course, he knew the plan. I mean sex was offered on a plate. There was definite hinting at continuing what we started the other night." I stop dead in my tracks. "Oh shit, what if he didn't know the plan. What if he thought that just meant more hot sexy kisses? Maybe I should text him to make sure he knows the plan." I mumble my mouth running a mile a minute as I reach for my phone.