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“I guess it’s up to us to show them.”
“I guess so.” Lilly briefly glanced toward the window then she smiled and turned the music up. “Now let’s party.”
“I knowwe have you booked for a double room, but the only thing we have available right now is a king.” The clerk didn’t look up from his keyboard as they stood in the lobby of a large chain hotel in Minneapolis. “Is that a problem?”
A glance over at Lilly showed her swallowing visibly.
“Do you have another room?” Liam asked the clerk. “Two rooms with kings instead of just the one?”
He shook his head, finally looking up. He pushed his clear frame glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m so sorry, but we’re fully booked. This is the only room we have available.”
One room. One bed. He didn’t have a problem with it. But it was up to Lilly.
It was midnight though. There weren’t exactly going to be a ton of options at the moment and he didn’t want to drive around downtown Minneapolis with Lilly or spending an hour on his phone trying to find another room.
“What do you think?” he asked her. “What do you want to do?”
“I think we should take the king,” she said. “It will be fine.”
“I know, it’s probably a little weird sharing a bed with your dad, but the king is huge,” the clerk said, looking very sympathetic. “There’s also a pull-out sofa.”
Liam was amused. Lilly clearly was not.
Her cheeks turned beet red. “He’s not my dad.”
“Oh! My bad,” the clerk said cheerfully. But then he looked confused as to why sharing a bed would be an issue in the first place.
Let him enjoy puzzling out the mystery.
That was one thing Liam had learned in life. People would come to their own conclusions. Sometimes right. Sometimes wrong. And he was under no obligation to explain himself to strangers.
“Is there somewhere to go dancing right around here?” Liam asked the clerk.
“Do you mean like at a club?” he said, sounding even more confused.
No, like on graves. Of course he meant a club. “Yes. But more like a salsa club or swing.”
“I mean… there’s a nightclub around the corner but it’s kind of a young crowd.”
“You want to go dancing?” Lilly asked, sounding astonished. “It’s midnight.”
“That’s when things really get going,” he told her.
“But… I kind of thought it was time for pajamas and bed.”
“What happened to Miss Let’s Party in the truck an hour ago? I ran a bar for twenty years. This is early for me.”
The clerk had returned to his noisy typing on the keyboard.
“I don’t know if I can keep up with you.”
“We’re not going to bed,” he told her, firmly. “I forbid you to go to bed.”
The look she gave him was so full of that pouty lower lip that he was overcome by the sudden urge to lean in and kiss her into compliance.
Holy shit. That was not what he was supposed to be doing. Or feeling. Or thinking.
Instead of acting on the urge, he took a step back, adjusting his overnight bag on his shoulder to cover up the action.
