Come Fly With Me by Addison Fox Read Free Book Online

her.
    He took one more step back as his smile faded. “I meant every word of that text I sent you on New Year’s Eve. I’m not walking away from what’s between us. I will, however”—he leaned in and pressed one hard, quick kiss to her lips—“let you get some sleep.”
    Long after he’d disappeared back through the stairwell, Grier stood there, her back still pressed to the door with her coat and purse at her feet. She knew Mick wasn’t walking away.
    But what would happen when she eventually did?

Chapter Four
     
    G rier hit mile two of her run as Jon Bon Jovi’s luscious voice came through her earbuds. Although she wasn’t so sure he was accurate about being able to go home, she’d never argue the fact that he was sweet accompaniment to her daily torture routine.
    With Jon’s voice keeping her pace at a fast clip, she allowed her gaze to roam the room. The Indigo Blue boasted an impressive workout facility, practically putting her gym back in New York to shame. Even if all of it was likely another gift from Roman, the hotel owner’s absent son and current high-scoring forward of the NHL, she had to admire the gleaming rows of well-kept machines and ruthlessly organized weight racks.
    The strains of Bon Jovi gave way to some Donna Summer, followed by Pink as Grier cranked up the incline.
    If you’re gonna sweat, you might as well make it worthwhile,
the annoying voice in her head whispered, pushing her on. She’d had the same workout routine for more than a decade and it never failed to piss her off that she’d yet to find a song combination that made the incline portion of her run palatable.
    But God bless Pink for almost getting her there.
    The strains of Trouble floated over her consciousness as she sweated toward mile three and with the music came thoughts of Mick.
    The man was trouble, all right. Two point eight seconds in his company and she was ready to drool. Five more seconds and she was wrapped in his arms, her brains leaching out of her head.
    How did that happen?
    And why did it have to happen at the worst possible moment in her life?
    The waving of a hand caught her up short and Grier almost fumbled on the machine as Sloan’s eyes grew wide.
    “I’m sorry!”
    Grier waved back as she righted her footing and reached for her earbuds. “What are you doing here?”
    “Nearly killing you on your run, apparently. I’m sorry.”
    “You just snuck up on me, that’s all.” Grier lowered the treadmill’s incline, then the speed, until she was moving at a brisk walk.
    “How is it possible you’re here at six thirty in the morning? After flying all day yesterday?”
    “I could say the same for you.”
    “You’re a machine.”
    “No, I’m just awfully fond of pancakes.”
    Sloan’s gaze perked up in carb-inspired anticipation. “Does that mean you’ll go to the diner and get some with me?”
    “Sure, just so long as you get your lazy ass on that treadmill over there.”
    “Hey.” Sloan’s eyes widened in mock offense. “My lazy ass has already been up and active this morning.”
    “Sex doesn’t count.”
    “It burns calories.”
    Grier pointed to the machine. “That burns more and you’ve got a wedding dress to fit into. Hop to it, fuck bunny.”
    “As always, you’re far too astute for your own good.”
    “That’s what you get for having an anal mathematician for a best friend. I can calculate calories from twenty paces.”
    The two of them fell into companionable silence as Sloan started her workout. Grier appreciated the time together. Although they’d been apart for only a little more than a week, she’d missed her friend.
    And knew it was only the beginning, as Sloan would be moving to Indigo permanently now that she was marrying Walker.
    “You all right?”
    Grier glanced up from the neon face of her machine. “Yeah, why?”
    “I don’t know. You just looked really sad all of a sudden.”
    “I’m fine, really.”
    The moments ticked by, punctuated by the