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The bell on the lobby door chimes, and I look up, seeing a young man in a black pullover and jeans walk in, heading for the front desk.
I slide off my stool and stand. I’m always nervous when we get customers this late. The motel sits on an old highway without a lot of businesses or lights. Most people stick to the Interstate, especially when it’s dark out like this, and those who don’t kind of make me wonder.
But hey, it’s business.
“Hi.” I smile. “Welcome to The Blue Palms.”
He steps up to the counter, and my smile falters, seeing the huge wing tattooed on his neck with the words The Devil Doesn’t Sleep etched in black ink. This is a pretty conservative area. He can’t be local.
“Hi.” He meets my eyes but only for a second. “How many vacant rooms do you have?”
“Um…” I look in the cubbies and count the keys to make sure. “Six,” I tell him.
He nods, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, I assume. “I’ll take five. For one night, please.”
Five? I don’t think we’ve been this close to No Vacancies since I got here. What does he need all those rooms for?
Not that I’m complaining, though. We need the business.
The Blue Palms, owned by my friend Danni and her family, sits on a nearly deserted road, the new interstate put in twenty years ago making business very hard to come by these days. The only people who seem to know we’re here are the townies, the relatives of townies traveling in to visit, and bikers looking for a more authentic experience by riding the old highways.
I’m glad I came to help out, though. Danni’s been begging me for years to visit, and it’s been a throwback to spend another summer with her. She and I won scholarships to a sleepaway camp when we were twelve and have been keeping in touch long distance ever since. I’ve always wanted to match the place where so many of her quirky and sexy stories come from with my mental picture.
The customer hands me his I.D., and I take it.
“Thanks,” I say, propping it up on the keyboard to register the rooms to him.
The door suddenly swings open again, the bell ringing, and I hear a demanding voice bark, “We need food!”
I look up, seeing three women standing at the door and notice a few more outside. I don’t see any other men. My eyes fall down their attire, and next to them, my sister’s clothes at The Hook seem prudish. Hair, make-up, heels…
I shoot my eyes to the guy and see him blink long and hard, looking aggravated. He picks through the paper menus stuffed in the board on the wall and takes out a few from different places.
“Do these restaurants deliver?” he asks, setting them down and pulling a wad of bills out of his wallet.
“Yeah, all of them.”
He holds up the menus with the cash, and one of the girls jogs up and snatches everything out of his hands.
“I want receipts and change,” he orders, not looking at her.
She makes a face at him behind his back and then she disappears outside with the others.
I feel compelled to warn him. This place has an unofficial code of conduct, and Danni’s pretty strict about shenanigans. They’ve scraped by here for a long time, but the town is looking at developing this property. She doesn’t want to give them an excuse to want this place gone.
“This is a pretty quiet, family-oriented place,” I tell him, slowly typing in his name and address. “Parties aren’t allowed, so just an FYI…”
He looks at me, his dark sandalwood eyes almost amused. “They’re my sisters,” he says.
I bite back my smile and focus on my work again. Sure. If those are his sisters, then I’m his mom.
But he certainly seemed pretty annoyed by them like a brother would be, I guess.
I place the keys on the counter—with the old-fashioned, rounded diamonds for key chains—and print off the contract to sign.
“The pool closes at ten,” I tell him. “The ice and vending machines are between the two buildings, and there’s a laundromat across the way there.” I glance at him and point behind him, outside. “Front desk is open twenty-four hours. Let us know if you need anything. And that’ll be two-hundred-eight-dollars-and-forty-two cents, please.”
But as I place a pen on top of the contract and wait for his response, I see that he’s not even listening to me. He’s staring at the neon sign on the wall to his right and the quote written in script…
