“What?” I asked as I looked up and down the hallway. “What’s wrong?”
Harrison jabbed a finger toward the sign in front of the elevator.
“Honeymoon suite?” I asked. “They put us in the honeymoon suite?”
“Not ‘they.’ Drew did this. As a joke.”
I swallowed hard. “Maybe it has a couple of bedrooms, since it’s a suite?”
“It doesn’t,” he fumed as he paced up and down the hall. “This is the last thing I need.Damnit, Drew.”
I had to wonder if the idea of sharing a room with me was so revolting that it would freak him out this badly. Was I a bad roomie in Aspen? Or maybe it was because his brother had made him the butt of a joke? Whatever the case, Harrison was in an even worse mood now.
All I wanted to do was go to my room and avoid him until it was time to watch Scarlet’s appearance onAfter Dark.
I glanced back at him, and he was already making a call.
“Yeah, hello again. There’s been a mistake with our room. Drew put us in the honeymoon suite as a joke, but we need separate rooms.”
I watched his face go even tighter as he listened, head down, brows drawn, and frown activated.
“That won’t do.”
My stomach twisted as I envisioned the volcanic eruption that was to come.
I walked over and stood right in front of him so he had to look at me.
“It’s fine, I can sleep on the couch,” I said.
He shook his head and glowered at me, then started pacing again.
“No, that’sunacceptable,” he barked.
He disconnected the call and paced.
“What’s up?” I asked. I assumed he had an insider trick up his sleeve, like contacting the hotel IT guy to hack into the system and cancel some poor sap’s reservation.
“They’re overcommitted because of some sort of pharma sales kickoff. Zero rooms, so we’re stuck. I’m not happy about it, but it’s one night. We can agree to stay out of each other’s way.”
I followed behind him, forcing myself not to ask if he still snored. This wasn’t the time to lay on the sass. He was too pissy.
I, on the other hand, was in awe of our accommodations. I had a mental image of what a honeymoon suite might look like—granted, they usually included an ocean view and palm trees in the distance—but this was another level of luxe.
It was basically a high-end apartment with numerous sitting areas, a dining room table that could seat ten, and a marble bathroom with a soaking tub to die for.
And then there was the bedroom.
“Um, Harrison?” I called out to him from the doorway. “You need to see this.”
I could tell from the way he stormed over that he was still a grumpy grumpus being grumpy.
“What now?”
I stepped aside so he could take it in.
“What the…damnit, Drew!”
I was happy I was behind him because I couldn’t stop giggling. The bedroom had his and her terrycloth robes on the bed, positioned to look like they were holding hands. There was a gift basket on the bed in between the robes with a bottle of champagne and truffles along with various lotions and potions that looked suggestive even from a distance.
