"Well," she said, standing up abruptly, "this has been fun."
Robby looked up, eyebrows slightly raised. "That's it?"
She shrugged. "You don't seem like the heart-to-heart type, and I don't do emotional therapy, so yeah. That's it."
He scoffed, shaki...
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They woke up early to the sound of Johnny repeatedly calling Robby. He groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow, wanting nothing more than to stay wrapped in the warmth of Skye's presence.
After the third call, Skye nudged him. "Just answer it already."
Still half-asleep, Robby grabbed his phone and answered. "What's the matter? It's six in the morning."
Johnny's voice came through, way too awake for this hour. "You in for a little father-son trip?"
Robby hesitated. Last night, he had noticed something was off with Skye. Even though she had won, she wasn't acting like it. She seemed distant, lost in thought. He hadn't pushed her on it then, but the idea of leaving her behind with whatever she was dealing with didn't sit right.
"I can't," Robby said simply.
Skye, confused, pushed his shoulder lightly, wordlessly asking why.
"Come on, Robby. It's gonna be fun. We're heading to Mexico," Johnny said.
"Mexico?" Robby repeated, suddenly more awake.
"Yeah," Johnny confirmed, offering no further explanation.
An idea formed in Robby's mind. "Count me in...but only if Skye comes with us."
"Skye?" Johnny sounded unimpressed. "Robby, this is supposed to be a father-son trip."
"Then I guess I'm not going," Robby said firmly.
There was a pause before Johnny sighed. "Fine. I'll pick you guys up in an hour. You better be ready."
The line went dead.
Skye sat up, frowning. "Why did you say I should come? This could've been a really good bonding experience. I don't want to get in the way of that."
"Skye, trust me. I feel better with you around. If things get intense, you're the only one who can keep me grounded. Leaving you here isn't an option." He took her hand, squeezing it.
Skye exhaled, then smiled. "Shit, then I better pack fast."
Robby let out a chuckle as she hopped out of bed, already moving.
A knock on the door.
"Shit, I'm not done packing!" Skye's voice echoed through the apartment.
Robby chuckled, shaking his head as he opened the door. Johnny stood there, taking in the sight of the apartment with raised brows.
"Wow, so this is where you've been staying all along. Guess you like it here," Johnny said, glancing around.
"Yeah, I really do," Robby replied with a small smile.
Outside, Johnny and Robby stuffed their bags into the van. Just as they finished, Skye stepped out, looking effortlessly stunning. She was definitely dressed for warm weather, and her outfit hugged her figure perfectly. Robby couldn't help but stare.
