Free Finding Carson Lee (Oh Captan, My Captain #3) by Lindsay Paige Page A

service has drinks, don’t they?”
    She giggles and pushes her hair behind her ear. “I’m in 207,” she whispers in my ear, discreetly nibbling on my ear before we have to do another take. She grins and I grin back. 207. My lucky number for today.
    Way too much time passes until I finally hear the four words I’ve been waiting to hear since Ms. Model invited me over.
    “ We’re done for today,” Kinley says. “I think,” she adds.
    Thank God. Once I get back to the hotel, I run by my room first. I change, order a bottle of wine, and grab my favorite invention from my suitcase: condoms. Fully prepared, I go down a floor and knock on Room 207.
     
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    My fingers search my pockets until I find my room key. It ended up in my back pocket instead of the front one. I take it out and look up in time to see Kinley exiting her room with an empty ice bucket.
    “ Damnit, Carson Lee. I knew you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”
    “ What makes you think I didn’t?”
    “ I wasn’t born last night. I know damn well you don’t have that much self control.”
    “ Will it make you feel better if I told you that it was a random chick I met at the bar and not one of the models?”
    “ No, it doesn’t. What will make me feel better is that you’re prepared for today. I hope your little fun last night doesn’t make you tired through this shoot today. We have a long day.”
    “ I know. I got all the emails about today. But I won’t be tired, so don’t worry.”
    Kinley wasn’t lying about the long day either. If I had known all she was worried about was me messing up her job, I could have had sex sooner! I can easily make the two not collide. To be cautious, maybe I’ll stay away from the models and find some chick in a bar. I really don’t want to mess with her project and future promotion. I don’t think I’m that much of a jerk.
    I change so many times that I’m pretty sure I want to walk around naked for the rest of my life. Clothes, clothes, and more clothes. When we break for lunch, I take a second to call Elliott. He’s still working on those rooms for me, and I haven’t talked to him since I’ve been here. It takes him an annoyingly long time to answer.
    “ Elliott, how’s it going?” I ask, hearing all the commotion in the background.
    “ Good. I’ve got everything ordered, and we are finishing up the floors. How’s Utah?”
    “ Just fine. It’ll be done by the time I get back?”
    “ As long as nothing is on backorder, then yes.” If his tone is any indication, he doesn’t like my question. Tough shit. He’s getting paid for it to be done when I want it done.
    “ Good. If anything does change, I expect a phone call.”
    “ Not a problem.”
    Without another word, I hang up. Backorder. One word I despise. I hope to God he’s done when this trip is over. At least, there weren’t any jokes this time. I still have a few minutes, so I call Gracie’s mom, Darcie, to check in.
    “ Hey, Carson,” she answers. “How are you?”
    “ I’m fine, thanks. How are you and Gracie doing?” I glance around to double check that no one is paying attention to me.
    “ I’m doing okay, but it’s not Gracie’s best day. She’s taking a morning nap right now.”
    I hate hearing when she’s not having a good day. “When she’s feeling better, tell her she can call me if she wants. I’m pretty busy, but I could take a moment to talk to her.”
    “ Thanks, Carson. And thank you for the bandana you sent her. She loves it. She’s wearing it right now, actually.”
    I smile. “I thought she might like that. Is there anything either of you need?”
    “ No, no. We’re fine.”
    “ You know I’ll help with whatever, so just let me know, okay?” I see Kinley approaching me, probably to yell that break’s over. “I have to go. Keep me posted on Gracie, please.”
    “ Of course, I will.

Chapter Fifteen
    Kinley
     
    “ Cassie, I’m tired. Let’s just finish this in the morning.” I