The hot water, lavender oil, and chamomile really helped to relax my sore muscles. And, thanks to the pain killers, my headache had all but vanished. I felt like a brand-new woman, all hot and ready to enjoy some time with my man. The only problem was, my man was nowhere to be found. That was a little troubling. For a guy who’d been dead set on getting back for a little romp in the sack, he was certainly taking his time. I tossed on a pair of jeans and my favorite red UNLV sweatshirt and decided to go for a little walk through the halls. Best case, I’d run into Aiden doing paperwork in the office. Worst case, maybe I could have another chat with Brady and clear the air. He’d been pretty adamant that I needed to just go through with the transition. As antsy as I was, anything was better than sitting in the room wondering what was going on. It didn’t take me long to run into someone, but it wasn’t who I’d been hoping to see. The douchy-looking guy, Micah, with the faux hawk stood chatting with Brady at the reception desk in the main lobby.
