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“God, you’re amazing,” I said again. I stepped closer to her, fighting the urge to kiss her. She didn’t move away from me.
“So, umm, I have an awkward question,” she asked. She bit her lip, which meant she was truly nervous about the question.
“Anything. After what you’ve done for me, I owe you, big time.”
“Well, you don’t have to feel obligated, but I wanted to ask if you’d like a free trip to Los Angeles.”
I frowned. “Los Angeles? I’m confused.”
“The second stage of the interview is in Los Angeles, and well, I thought you might want to tag along.”
My heart swelled. Was she requesting my company because she wanted me to be there? Then again, this was the second interview for her internship in Africa. My heart dropped as fast as it had swelled.
“Uhh, I thought we were cooling things off?’
“I know, but I figured it would make more sense if we told people we were taking a romantic getaway than explain the interview.”
“Oh,” I said, stepping back.
“I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
No, she shouldn’t have asked. And I shouldn’t say yes knowing how I felt about her.
But that was easier said than done. Our time together was coming to an end, and part of me wanted to spend every minute with her, even if it meant saying goodbye would be even harder.
“I’ll do it. On one condition.”
“Anything.”
“We have separate rooms.”
Anna’s face fell, but she nodded. “Of course, I understand. You’re right.”
“Then I’ll do it.”
“Thanks, Levi. I’d hug you, but…” She motioned to her bloody dress.
“Right, of course, let’s get you in the shower and into some clean clothes.”
I led her to the cabin, and as hard as it was, I stayed in the living room while she cleaned herself off. I thought back to our shower together and my body ached with desire for her, but I stayed put.
As long as we’re in separate rooms in LA, we can keep things friendly, I lied to myself.
Chapter 15
Anna
“What do you mean you’re overbooked?” The hotel desk clerk stared at me with a blank look on her face. “I paid for the room.”
“You weren’t charged, Ms. Berkshire,” the clerk replied dryly. “You’re only charged upon checkout.”
“Still… why would your site let me book a room if only one is available?”
“Well, there’s a number of conventions in town at the moment, and of course, usual tourist traffic–”
“You’re not answering my question,” I interrupted. “How did your site allow me to book the room if it wasn’t available?”
“Our site likely had too many people on it at once. That’s the only answer I can give you. Do you want the room we have for you here or not?” The clerk looked like she couldn't care less.
