‘Thank you for blessing us with the Happy Honeymoon Hotel and Mr and Mrs Henshaw,’ Ginny quickly added, looking at the pink ceiling.
Mrs Henshaw smiled, then left them alone.
Ginny immediately turned to Will. ‘It’s good of them to help us out.’
Will shrugged. ‘Yep. For a moment there I thought we were going to have to pretend to be married.’
Ginny stared at the double bed. ‘Hmm, well, husband or not, you can take the couch.’
Will tipped his head. ‘Fine by me, wifey.’
Chapter 13
Will
While Ginny was out of the bedroom, doing who knew what, Will decided to make good use of the freestanding bath along the side wall. Its brass base and taps helped warm the look, as the lack of heating in the hotel left a chill in the air.
He picked up a pink ball resting on the top pink towel and read the wrapping. ‘Ooh, bath bomb.’ He plopped it into the running water, smiling as it dissolved on impact, creating red and pink swirls. ‘Fancy.’ He laughed, stripped, then sank below the magical-looking liquid.
The warm bath relaxed his cold bones immediately, making him groan with delight. What a strange day he was having, but none of it mattered while the sweet scent of strawberries and roses wafted up his nose.
Lovely.
The door opened, and he heard Ginny quietly gasp before stomping to the end of the bed to glare at him.
‘What you got there?’ he asked, peering over at the mass of pink fluff she’d tossed on the quilt.
‘It’s cold, so I went to find Mrs Henshaw to ask if she wouldn’t mind turning up the heating.’ Ginny tipped her head to the bed. ‘She gave me these instead.’ She raised her index finger. ‘My mistake. She sold me these.’
Will chuckled. ‘Ooh, got to love a bit of supply and demand. Is that a blanket?’
‘No. They’re dressing gowns. The only heating they have in this old house is the fireplace in the living room.’
‘Oh, well, we don’t have to wear them.’
Ginny breathed out a quiet laugh. ‘We’re expected to wear them. For dinner. Yep, dinner. I was specifically told to comedown for some food in an hour, and as there are no other guests, we can wear our pyjamas.’ She motioned towards the dressing gowns. ‘Apparently, we’ll feel snuggly when we watch the film afterwards.’
‘What film?’
‘The romance one Mrs Henshaw has planned. Yep, we’re having a slumber party it would appear.’
Will pulled in his bottom lip as he laughed. ‘I hope they have pizza.’
‘Nope, chicken. It’s roasting as we speak.’ She took a step closer and frowned. ‘Why is your water pink? Is that glitter?’
‘Bath bomb. Strawberry and rose.’
‘Ooh, it smells nice.’
Will waved a hand. ‘Come on in.’
‘I’m not getting in there with you.’ Ginny lifted her chin as she turned her back on him. ‘I’ll have one when you’re done.’
‘There was only one bath bomb. Made for sharing, see.’
She turned, scowling down at him. ‘As long as there’s hot water for me. I need to defrost. I’m starting to lose feeling in my toes.’
‘Not sure about the water. Best not to take the chance, I say. Come on, get in.’
