Chapter 59

Emerson slept the rest of the ride there. Sean contented himself with reading. He had a small pile of books, a dozen or so biographies. The others talked quietly or napped themselves. Rachel—the driver—eventually turned on a radio, but kept the volume low. Sean selected a book on Mozart and before he knew it, the bus was pulling up in front of a hotel.

“Shit, we got here fast! I’m going to wake up Em.”

Macie stood. “I’ll go get us checked in. Rachel, after you drop me off, can you park in the back?”

Sean hurried to the rear of the bus where Emerson slept. He had curled into a ball at some point, and a small pool of slobber glistened on the pillow. He looked so fucking adorable.

Sean leaned over and rested a hand on Emerson’s hip. “Em, it’s time to get up. We’re at the hotel.”

With a groan that turned into a yawn, Emerson stretched. The shirt rode up, exposing the skin of his stomach.

“We’re here already?” he asked drowsily.

“Yeah, you slept the whole way. How do you feel?”