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“Sorry,but we only have one roomavailable.”
Go fuckingfigure.
Stranded.Check.
Having to share a room.Check.
What else can happen that’s not going to make Willow wish she’d never stepped foot into mytruck?
“We’re always booked up on auction days. It’s even worse today,” the woman with steel-gray hair says in a hoarse, cracked voice while shaking her head at us like we’re in the principal’s office. “People don’t want to travel in this mess. Here’s a piece of advice for next time: book inadvance.”
“Thanks for the tip.” I don’t give two shits about her advice. She’s our last resort. “We’ll takeit.”
I grunt when Willow edges into my side to push herself in front of me. She faces the woman with aHarrietnametag.
“That’s a room with two beds, right?” sheasks.
“Sorry, honey. All we have is one queen.” Harriet releases a bland smile. “Again, book in advance nexttime.”
Sharing a bed. Fuckingcheck.
Willow shoots me an innocent smile. “This will beinteresting.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Willow
If Dallas believesI’m calm, I’ll be asking Stella for a job tomorrow because I deserve anEmmy.
I’m doing everything in my power not to freak out rightnow.
We’ve shared a bedbefore.
Granted, we fucked each other, but no alcohol will be present tonight. We’ll keep our hands to ourselves and build a pillow wall to separate us, and everything will beokay.
No touching. No sex. Fingers crossed he won’t freak out tomorrow morning and leave mestranded.
On the bright side, we can’t do anything stupid enough to make a babyagain.
Shit.Babies.My mind still hasn’t wrapped aroundthat.
Dallas plays with the room key in his hand, circling it around his thick fingers, while we stand in front of room206.
“What are you thinking?” heasks.
This seems to be our go-toquestion.
“That we have no other choice,” I answer, signaling to the door in a hurry-it-upgesture. “This is our only option unless we decide to be a pain in the ass and have someone pick us up, and then they’ll have to drive you back tomorrow to get your truck.” I scowl at the door like it’s my worst enemy. “Open sesame. Let’s dothis.”
He obliges in what seems like slow motion while I look around. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but I don’t see any vermin running about, so that’s aplus.
As Harriet pointed out with her stupid, smug smile, which I wanted to slap off, there’s only one bed. What she failed to mention was that she’s a liar because the bed is not a queen. It’s a full, which means I have even less room to build my cockblocking fort. I briefly wonder if Dallas would be opposed to sleeping in thebathtub.
It’s a standard room with a fake-wood-paneled bed topped with a generic comforter, a desk complete with a Bible and phone, and an older flat screen TV. I shuffle into the room, as if I were on my way to lethal injection, and Dallas stands in the doorway, his hypnotic eyes trained onme.
I sit on the edge of the bed and chew on my nails. “Oh, shit,” I say. “Where’s, uh …Maven?”
