Page 53 of Faking Mr. Right


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I read her name tag. “Well, Tiffany, can you tell me if there are any hotels nearby which might have openings?”

“This weekend? With Trek Con and Anime World in town at the same time?” Tiffany chuckled but quickly stopped herself when she looked at my face. “I’m sure you could find something in Long Beach. Oh wait, no, there’s the World Scrapbooking Convention this weekend down that way, so probably not even there.”

“This is Los Angeles; how can you not have any hotels?”

Tiffany shrugged. “Because everyone wants to come here. There may be some pay by the hour places available…you could call around, but I can’t promise you the room will stay available for long.” She stared back at me smugly.

I wasn’t usually the type to ask to speak to a manager, but she was pushing me into Karen territory with her attitude. Before I could say another word, Levi, who had stayed quiet during this entire conversation, stepped in.

“We’ll take the room,” he said.

“Are you sure?” I asked him.

“What choice do we have?”

“I’m sure we could find something.”

“Within walking distance to your interview tomorrow? Doubtful,” Levi said. He turned to Tiffany. “We’ll take the room. Are there at least two doubles?”

“Sorry, we only have a king available.”

From the smirk she gave me, I had a feeling she was just trying to be difficult, but before I could argue with her, Levi said, “Fine, we’ll make do.” He reached for the key.

“Argghhhh,” I growled as we walked away, turning to scowl at Tiffany. “I hate L.A.”

“Good thing we’re only here for two days.” Levi’s voice was low as we stepped into the elevator.

“At least there’s a pool and spa. I’m very much looking forward to that.”

Levi didn’t say anything as we exited the elevator and searched for our room, which just so happened to be right next to the elevator and the ice machine.

“Tiffany really had it out for me,” I muttered to myself as I inserted the key card.

The door swung open, and within seconds, all the tension from earlier drained from my body. I was beginning to ask myself ‘Tiffany who’ as I stared at the room with the massive king bed in the center.

“Wow, this place is nice.” I wandered into the bathroom and found a tub large enough for four people along with a separate shower as well as granite counters with copper fixtures. “Are those jets in the tub? Is this thing a jacuzzi too?”

Levi still hadn’t said a word. He sat down on the couch in the far corner of the room, folding his hands in his laps.

“We have like… an entire living room here, too,” I said, running a hand along the material of the chair. “And that bed, holy cow.”

Levi just sat there. In fact, for most of the flight, he only said what he absolutely had to say. I knew we had agreed to cool things down but seeing him this way was unsettling. I missed the old Levi, the person I could banter and laugh with all day long.

I took a seat across from him and said, “Talk to me, Levi.”

“About what?”

“Anything. You haven’t said much all day.”

“I don’t have much to say.”

“I find that hard to believe. How are the goats?”

“They’re doing well.”

“Have you named the babies yet?”

“Not yet.”

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