“Now what time do I need to be out of this room?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, let me check.” I could hear her fingers tapping on the keys again as she looked up the booking. “Wow. How the hell did I miss her? There’s a note that says she came in last night.”
“She did, stuck in the snow crowd. The hotel was packed, remember?”
“I remember. Unfortunately, today isn’t a helluva lot better. Though I did have a high-profile guest leave via helicopter early this morning. And it looks like his room was not rented out for tonight. With the road conditions still, this may be the only room available tonight.”
“If it’s best for us to stay here, that’s fine too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, handsome. This is Zoey Unboxed. I love her. I’m not leaving her in that tiny-ass room. She deserves better.”
I could hear the clicking of her keyboard again.
“We’ll be fine,” I tried to tell her.
“Confirmed and done,” she replied. “And the room is ready, so come on down and swap keys with me. While the roads are still spotty at best, it should be clear enough for that lesson we discussed yesterday. Bucky isn’t going to make it in, so can you take it. Pretty please?”
“You hooked my girl up. Of course I’ll do it.”
I hung up the phone to find Zoey staring at me.
“Your girl?”
“That’s you, remember? My mate,” I managed to say. It still sounded like a foreign word on my lips. And I still didn’t know how I felt about it. But none of that changed the fact that she was my mate. “And your room is ready.”
“Wait, it is?”
“Yup. All we have to do is swap keys at the front desk.”
“Wait, swap keys? So you’re really following me to my room?”
I growled at her insinuation, and she held her hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay. Calm down. You can come. Maybe there will be two beds this time.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t want you breaching the pillow wall again,” I teased.
“There was no pillow wall,” she grumbled.
“I’m aware. Because you slept on top of me all night.”
“I did not.”
“Did too. And you put off more heat than a furnace in Alaska.”
“Yeah? Well, you snore.”
I chuckled. She was cute when she got all riled up.
“Maybe, but you talk in your sleep.”
She gasped. “I do not.”
“Really?”
I was so tired that I had woken up thinking I’d been dreaming. I didn’t hear a damn thing last night. But it could be true. Who knew? But the panicked look on her face told me it just might be possible. Hell if I was going to just let her off the hook now.
Zoey
