“No.” He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I don’t bother to print them, and I’ve never encountered a problem until now.”
The woman frowned. “I apologize for the inconvenience. We’ve been having some glitches in our online booking system, so I suspect that could be the culprit. Do you have the card you booked with available?”
Logan pulled his credit card from his wallet and handed it to her. “So you only have one room open and it’s ours?” Logan asked, reiterating what they’d already learned upon their check-in attempt following lunch at the café. Maybe he, like Claire, hoped that if he remained at the front desk long enough, another room would magically become vacant.
“That’s right,” the woman confirmed. She typed away at the computer before her. “I’m sorry, but it looks like we’re booked solid for the rest of the week. If one room is a problem for you, we can refund your payment and you can try to book at another hotel. I don’t know whether you’d be able to find anything else. This is a very busy time of year for us.”
Logan turned back to Claire. “Do you want to try to find another hotel?”
That was an exceedingly tough question for Claire to answer. On one hand, she didn’t really want to share a hotel room with Logan, since said hotel room had one—count it, one—queen-size bed that would be impossible to share with him for a week without indulging in the same sort of activities that had gotten her into her current predicament. And she hadn’t really decided that she wanted to be intimate with Logan again yet. Well, of course her body wanted to, but her mind was a different matter. But on the other hand, she’d already fallen in love with the hotel. It was wonderfully preserved in its original style, with lush carpets spread over hardwood floors and beautiful antique furnishings. Claire really wanted to stay.
“I don’t know,” she said at last, still uncertain. “What do you think?”
He studied her. “I love it here, and I think you will too, but if you feel uncomfortable about sharing a room with me, we’ll find another hotel.”
It wasn’t that she felt uncomfortable about sharing a room. It was really that she didn’t trust herself. How could she sleep next to Logan and not touch him?
Of course, maybe she could control her baser, hormone-run-amok instincts. Maybe she could resist for the entire week.
Or maybe she didn’t want to.
In the end, it was as plain as that. Sophie’s words came back to her yet again. Hadn’t she decided that she needed to know, one way or another? The only way to do it was to take a chance.
“I don’t mind sharing a room with you,” she told him quickly before she could try to talk herself out of her decision. “Let’s just stay here.”
Logan nodded, looking satisfied. “It’s settled,” he told the receptionist. “We’ll stay here.”
The woman nodded and offered another apologetic smile. “I’m sorry for the confusion and inconvenience. I’ll look into the matter immediately, Mr. Monroe. In the meantime, you’re in room twenty-four.” She handed him a brass key fitted with a disc that bore the number of the room on its time-dulled surface. “It’s on the second floor. Make a left, then a right when you get off the elevator.”
Logan thanked the woman, took the key and led the way to the hotel’s only elevator. Claire followed, pulling her luggage behind her. Logan carried two bags slung over his shoulder and pulled his luggage. He’d insisted on carrying her bag in addition to his own. The elevator doors slid open with a loud ding, revealing an empty, wood-paneled square inside. Several old pictures of the hotel were hanging on the walls.
He held the doors open and motioned for her to precede him inside. She pushed the button for the second floor and glanced at the black-and-white photograph to her left. “I wonder what it would have been like to live here then,” she murmured as Logan joined her in the elevator.
“Difficult, filled with disease, and slow,” Logan replied, effectively ruining her idyllic musings. “Definitely no elevators.”
“Of course you would say something like that,” she returned, annoyed at his cut-and-dried, everything-is-black-and-white perception of the world.
He raised a brow at her. “It’s only the truth. How would you like to travel everywhere by horse and to lack decent medical treatment? Not to mention no time for vacations.”
“You’re too cynical.” The elevator shuddered its way to a halt and the doors opened in time with another loud ding. She wheeled her luggage out into the hallway. “I think it must have been a fascinating time. Imagine life without cell phones, computers, iPads, the internet.”
Logan followed her. “I’d rather not, thanks. I happen to like all my twenty-first-century gadgets.”
“You might be happier without them,” Claire said truthfully. Logan had come to depend too much on the business world and not enough on his heart. How could she undo years of damage with one week?
He didn’t respond, so Claire resumed wheeling her luggage again. She pivoted to the left, walking into a long, wide hall dotted with more photographs and antique furnishings. An alcove was straight ahead, framed by burgundy velvet drapes that had been pulled aside to reveal the small room. Enchanted, Claire headed straight for it.
“You’re going the wrong way,” Logan called after her.
She chose to ignore him, entering the alcove to find a chessboard set up inside, flanked on either side by gilt and velvet chairs. A velvet settee lined the opposite wall, and intricately carved doors opened at the front of the alcove out onto a small balcony that overlooked the town’s main street.
“Logan.” She turned back to him, a smile curving her lips. “Isn’t this adorable? Look at the chess table. Can’t you just see two men from the photographs playing it together?”
He sent her a rueful glance. “You must be wearing off on me, Claire, because I almost can.”
“I can’t wait to see the room.” She wheeled her luggage back out of the alcove and made a left down the hallway. There was a sort of magic inherent in the hotel, she thought. It was like walking into another world, another time and place, just to head through its front doors.
She stopped outside a white door with a brass number twenty-four hanging on it and waited for Logan to catch up to her. He approached, watching her with a hooded intensity in his gaze that unnerved her. The keys jangled as he reached out to unlock the door and his hand grazed the underside of her right breast. She inhaled, shocked by the unexpected contact, and her nipples tightened instantly in response.
