“Well, then let’s go.” Her mother put her hand on Sienna’s shoulder and started to lead her to the rest of the group.
“Actually,” Sienna pulled her phone from her back pocket, “I still have fifteen minutes, which means I have just enough time to go to the bathroom.”
She pushed past her mother who was mumbling about her disorganized daughter and walked up to the front door of the inn. Nearby, everyone talked excitedly. In her rush, Sienna barely gave anyone more than a passing glance. She did, however, catch Audrey’s raised eyebrows and subtle tap of her watch.
Sienna would have plenty of time to catch up, but for right now, she had one thing on her mind. It was like her body sensed a bathroom was close and had given up all hope of holding it in. If she didn’t get to the toilet soon, she was going to give the camera crew a great opening shot.
It was exactly the kind of thing that would happen to her, and she doubted she’d be able to convince the producer not to air something that would provide so much comedy to the high-drama show. Not to mention it was just the kind of thing a casting director might hold against her in a future audition.
No one would hire her as a leading lady in a serious role if ten million viewers had watched her wet her pants. The only thing to do after that would be—shudder—more reality TV. Sienna groaned at the thought as she picked up the pace with a renewed fervor.
After the receptionist at the front desk pointed to where the bathroom was, Sienna practically sprinted down the hall.
Man, I really shouldn’t have had so much coffee on the plane.
When she rounded the corner, she bumped into a man, but she couldn’t stop to apologize. She needed to pee right this second. He started to say something to her, but she couldn’t stop to listen, not with her destination in sight. Sienna whipped the door open and locked herself in the bathroom, relieved to…well, relieve herself.
A moan escaped her mouth just as a light knock came at the door.
“Wait just a hot second!” she called.
A deep, male voice carried through the door. “I was just going to say—”
“Occupied!”
“—that it’s out of toilet paper.”
Sienna’s eyes snapped to the toilet paper dispenser, and her heart sank as she saw that the man on the other side of the door was right. And, of course, the bathroom was one of those eco-friendly ones that used air-dryers instead of having a paper towel dispenser.
She sighed. Not only was she going to have to come up with some creative solutions, now there was someone else who was going to be privy to it. In her rush, she hadn’t noticed much about the person, but he sounded like a cranky old man.
She sent up a silent prayer.Please don’t let them be part of theWedding Gamescrew.
That would be a sure-fire way to put a target on her head for the entire week.
After figuring out the not-so-convenient logistics of cleaning up without toilet paper, Sienna washed her hands and wiped them on her jeans, too impatient to wait for the weak trickle of hot air to dry them. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair and gave herself a quick once-over before she left the small bathroom. Tilting her head to the side, she pulled her compact out of her purse. It wasn’t clear if there would be makeup artists. Reality show or not, there was no way she could be filmed with those bags under her eyes.
Another knock interrupted her concealer application. “Are you okay? Didn’t fall in or anything, did you?”
What was this guy’s problem?
She put her makeup back in her purse, and opened the bathroom door, ready to give him a piece of her mind. But when she stepped into the hall, she pulled up short. The cranky old man was, in fact, a gorgeous young man. His dark hair barely brushed the tops of the light blue eyes that were looking directly at her. He was dressed in a simple plaid shirt and jeans that gave away his position as property maintenance—possibly a handyman.
He grinned as he pushed himself off the wall and held out two rolls of toilet paper. “I thought you might need these.”
It was too bad those ridiculously good looks didn’t come with any sense. It was common courtesy not to interrupt someone while they were going to the bathroom—or wait outside until they were done.
Sienna looked down at the two rolls with a sneer. “And what? You thought you were just going to bring them in while I was going to the bathroom?”
The guy’s smile evaporated. “Sorry for trying to be helpful. I’d hoped to get them to you in time.”
Sienna rolled her eyes. “Well, you did a terrible job.”
“I did the best I could considering you ran past me and ignored me as I tried to explain.”
“And then you thought it would be a good idea to hang out on the other side of the door? You do know that’s, like, creep level ten, right?”
Hurt flashed across his face for the briefest moment before he shook his head. “You know what? I’m not going to stand here and be berated for wanting to help.”
