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“There’s two beds, right?”
Asher sent me a dry look. “Yeah.”
I almost passed out from the relief of that answer, but I managed a much more contained nod. “Cool.”
So we unloaded our overnight bags from the van, left the instruments inside, and while Heath and Gally wandered off to find 5B, Asher and I stayed on the ground level, looking for 1D. I trudged along after him, rolling my suitcase behind me while he only toted a small duffle bag over his shoulder.
My mind raced as I kept thinking up ways my identity could possibly be revealed. Thank Dios it wasn’t that time of the month; I wouldn’t have any feminine hygiene products lying around. I’d even gone out and bought all new manly toiletries so I could play the part. But still, it’d take only one peek inside my luggage to see my girly thong or spare mask Jodi had made me, in case this one had a costume malfunction.
I wasn’t sure how Asher or the other two would react when they found out, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to risk it happening while I was trapped with them in Chicago.
Trying not to worry or think about that, I said, “I’m sorry you got stuck with the gay guy.”
Asher’s back was to me as he unlocked the door to our room. Holy shit, I couldn’t believe I was going to share a hotel room with Asher Hart.
“Don’t worry about it.” He glanced over his shoulder to grin at me. “What Gally doesn’t know is I’ve seen Heath fall asleep on breaks when we used to work together. He snores like a freaking freight train.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Burn.”
He flung the door open and entered ahead of me. “Do you have a preference of beds?”
And now I was talking about beds with Asher Hart.
Unreal.
“Uh...no. Whatever.” I’d be totally fine with just sharing, I didn’t say aloud.
He flung his bag onto the bed nearest the door and immediate toed off his shoes. I rolled my case to the end of the bed closest to the bathroom and ducked my head inside to see how much room was in there, because apparently, this might be the only space I’d get to peel off Sticks for a couple minutes and actually breathe.
It was small but clean, so I guessed it’d have to do.
When I exited, Asher was shedding his shirt and flinging it onto his bed.
My mouth went dry. Seriously, for such a slim guy, he knew how to pack a few awesome muscles into his lean frame. Then he reached for his fly, and my eyes almost bugged from my head.
“Wha...wha...whatcha doing?” I managed to ask.
He shimmied his jeans down his legs until he was in nothing but boxer shorts. “I’d rather not smell like Holden’s ass for the rest of the night so I’m taking a quick shower.”
“Oh.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he unzipped his duffle and fished around inside, keeping his boxer shorts on. I should probably look away or do something productive like... I don’t know. But I really needed to stop gawking.
Not that I did that either.
I just kept right on staring...and probably drooling.
“Damn,” Asher muttered suddenly. “I forgot to pack my bathroom shit.” He glanced up. “Hey, did you bring any toiletries? I hate those little bars of soap they leave. It’s like they only provide enough to clean your big toe.”
It took me a second to actually return to reality and the conversation at hand, and then I blinked. “You forgot everything? How can you forget all your freaking toiletries?”
As I hauled my luggage onto my bed and opened it, easing my hand inside and afraid of what I might’ve left sitting on top, Asher snorted. “How can you remember all of them?”
Extracting my very manly cosmetic bag, I flung it toward him, where he caught it effortlessly. “It’s not that difficult.”
He opened my tote and whistled. “Jesus, you really did remember everything, too. What the hell is all this for?”
Offended by his question, I scowled. “What do you mean? I only brought what I needed.”
“Really?” Arching one eyebrow, he lifted a bottle. “You need this? I don’t even know what it is?”
