On the Record (Record #2)(33)
Author: K.A. Linde

And it was hard enough keeping Savannah’s secret about dinner; it felt like a lie of omission. A part of her just wanted to tell Hayden everything that had happened. She didn’t know how he would react. She knew how she had reacted to his dating Calleigh, and those two had broken up because Hayden wasn’t interested anymore. That most certainly was not the reason she and Brady had stopped seeing each other.

“Hey, gorgeous, are you even listening?” Hayden asked, waving his hand in front of her face from his seat next to her on his couch.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry,” Liz said. She shook her head and tried to bring herself back to reality. She had been lost in Brady Maxwell once again. She wished it wasn’t so difficult to get him out of her head. She hadn’t seen Brady in weeks, and it wasn’t as if she was going to run back to him or anything. He had made himself perfectly clear: he didn’t want her to come back.

“I was just asking what you had planned for your birthday this weekend,” Hayden said.

Her birthday. Was it April already? When had that happened? School was almost over. Hayden would be graduating soon. She didn’t want to think about that either.

“Oh, um . . . no plans. I’d forgotten.”

“Your twenty-first birthday?”

Liz shrugged and forced a smile on her face. Shit! Had she actually forgotten her own twenty-first birthday? She had been so looking forward to it before Brady had strolled back into her life. She needed to get her shit together. “I guess I’ve been busy. I haven’t had a chance to plan anything. I’m sure Victoria will want to take me out and get me trashed.”

“When doesn’t she want to go out?” Hayden asked, slinging an arm over her shoulders and pulling her into him on his couch.

“The girl doesn’t need an excuse to celebrate. That’s for sure.”

“So, I was thinking,” Hayden began, planting a kiss on her cheek softly.

“Dangerous habit.”

He laughed and tickled her side. She jumped and giggled, pulling away from him as she straightened. She might be torn up about what had happened with Brady, but Hayden seemed to be able to put the smile back on her face.

“I thought we could go to Charlotte on Thursday.”

Liz tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. What did Hayden have up his sleeve? “I have class Friday morning.”

“I know. I thought you could skip.”

She gasped and reached her hand out to his forehead to feel his temperature. “Are you sick? You’re telling me to skip school?”

“It’s just one class, and it’s near the end of the semester,” he said, rattling off excuses. “It won’t be a big deal.”

Liz laughed, placing her hand over his lips. It was nice to forget about Brady and just get caught up in being around Hayden. “I’ll skip school for you.”

He kissed her hand before taking it into his own and lacing their fingers together. “Good. I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” Liz asked, raising her eyebrows. “What is it?”

“Not much of a surprise if I tell you, silly.”

“So.”

“I’m not telling.”

“What are we doing in Charlotte? Is that part of the surprise? We could always go to the coast instead,” Liz suggested. Not that she wanted to think about the time she had flown to Hilton Head to see Brady, but she preferred the ocean to, well . . . everything. Maybe if she went to the beach with Hayden, she could make new memories that didn’t hurt as much as the ones about Brady.

“Well . . . it’s part of the surprise, but I’ll tell you now,” he said, beaming at her. “I have a final interview at Charlotte Times for an entry-level reporting position.”

“Oh my God, that’s great!” Liz said, bouncing up and down with excitement.

Hayden had applied to positions at newspapers all over the country. She knew that he wanted to be at a top paper, but those positions were few and far between. He’d had a phone interview with the Washington Post, but he had heard earlier this week that he hadn’t gotten the job. He had received an offer to work in the press office where he had interned over the summer, but it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do. So he was keeping his options open until then. He would always prefer a reporting job, and as he told her over and over again, he wasn’t moving that far away from her for anything less.

“When is the interview?” Liz asked.

“It’s Friday morning. I thought we could drive down Thursday afternoon and get a hotel in the city. I’ll have my interview and then we can go out after for dinner for your birthday.”

And that was how she ended up in Charlotte that Thursday. Her birthday was technically Saturday, but she liked that they were going to go out in Charlotte, far removed from all of her memories in Chapel Hill. Maybe she would actually jolt herself out of her Brady Maxwell stupor.

Plus this gave Victoria the opportunity to throw her a birthday party Saturday on Franklin Street and get her f**king wasted for her twenty-first. If Liz knew Victoria, she was going to want to steal Liz and take her to every bar for a birthday shot. It wasn’t going to be pretty.

Hayden pulled off of I-85 and into the heart of downtown Charlotte. Liz hadn’t been here since the Jefferson-Jackson gala, when she had left with Brady. She hadn’t known how much her life would change that night. Now she was on her way back to make new memories.

He followed his GPS instructions and veered down the street. Liz was getting more excited; she had never stayed in a hotel with Hayden. It wasn’t that it would be any different from staying at her place or his place, but there was just something to the exclusivity of it that heightened her excitement.

But that was only until they pulled up in front of their hotel.

Liz’s stomach dropped to her feet. Of all the places for him to choose to celebrate her birthday, he had to choose this hotel.

She stared up at the hotel that she had stayed in that first night she had agreed to go home with Brady after the Jefferson-Jackson gala. Her mind just couldn’t grasp the fact that she was here again . . . with Hayden.

How could he choose this place?

“Wow,” she whispered, just to break the silence. “This looks fancy. How did you find out about it?”

Hayden chuckled softly. She wished she found it half as amusing. “I’d heard all of the rooms were named for various political positions. Considering our profession, it seemed fitting. I read that the rooms range from a representative suite all the way up to presidential.”