I am assuming I fell asleep on the plane because before I knew it, we were in SoCal. We just arrived and I still can't believe that I am here with my girl on vacation with her and her family. We exit the airport and hop into another car and head for the hotel her father was placed in.
I am wondering which hotel it was and before I can actually think, my eyes immediately see the direction in which the car is going and I instantly know which one. F!ck. Just my luck. It is one of my fathers many hotels. Why didn't I figure that out sooner? I honestly never told my parents I wasn't going to be home. Hopefully, I pray, they are not currently at this hotel.
"Everything ok?" Emma eyes me carefully. She senses my body tense up.
"Yeah I am fine. We are actually heading to one of my dads hotel
