Caulder cringes.
“Then, we have a single bed. What’s happening in the double rooms? They have two beds so do they quadruple up?”
“I would think that they’re already doubled up, so they’d double up a second double room into theirs, maybe.”
“And then quadruple the one they just opened by doing so,” I say.
“Ah.”
This talk seems to have put him at ease. Caulder is more fully on the bed, though I’m sure he’s still at the very edge. But he’s not nearly as tense as he’d been. He’s talking easily and I even caught a smile.
That is, until the conversation dwindles into nothing. I could keep the hotel talk going, but I’m already exhausted by it. And honestly, what am I going to do about it? Remain pissed off and make this situation worse by making Caulder uncomfortable because I’m angry at something he’s suffering through too?
However, now that we’re settled in with the situation a bit and gotten to talk, I think it’ll be a little easier.
And then there’s a knock at the door. Caulder looks at me and I can see the dread in his face.
“Did they just triple up?” he hisses.
“I’m going to lose my shit if they have,” I answer and get off the bed and head to the door. “There’s only so far we can be pushed and that’s crossing a fucking line.”
CHAPTER 3
CAULDER
My entire bodyis still as Lo heads for the door. What the fuck are we going to do if they try to stick in a third guy? Sure, the bed is big enough but fuck. No. Absolutely not! I won’t allow that. I won’t?—
As my stomach is ready to heave, I hear Lo say, “Bozik. Hey, man.”
The relief that floods me feels like I was just doused with water. It’s so intense that I shiver, but I don’t move as I listen to the two of them.
“Hey,” Jakub greets. “Have you met my husbands? This is Ethan and Creed.”
I’m used to Jakub’s accent by now, and think it’s really fucking hot. But now that I’m sitting back here, hiding behind a wall where Lo can’t see me, I can fully appreciate his, too. I’m not sure what it is, butI thinkit’s French? Does he look French?
What am I saying? What do French people look like?
Whatever it is, it’s really… I don’t even have words. Sexy. His voice is low, kind of deep. Melodic. The way English sounds with his accent is just… sexy. Yep. That’s the word.
“Caulder in here or did you kick him out?” Ethan asks.
That’s my cue to get to my feet. I jump up, run a hand through my hair and then cringe. I hope it doesn’t look like I have bedhead now! Oof.
More relief floods me when I actually see them. Once again, I’m thankful for their presence on this trip.
Creed gives me a smile, but I can see the concern and question in his eyes. Am I okay? I incline my head. Jakub was right; Lo seems cool.
As I approach—now that I’m not ready to jump out of my skin—I realize just how attractive Lo is. His hair is brown, short, and kind of messy. Like he doesn’t give a shit and lets it do whatever. When he shifts to let me at the door, our eyes meet and his are simply breathtaking. I’ve never seen eyes so light. They’re blue gray, but so light that they’re almost white.
His lips are quirked, perfect. His jaw has a hint of stubble. Through the black-button down that’s unbuttoned at the top, I catch a black cord around his neck that disappears behind the fabric.
I look away, meeting Creed’s gaze instead. My heart races, but I try to hide it. While it’s fine to admit others are attractive, it’s more difficult for me when I’m stuck in close proximity to them.
“Ready?” Ethan asks.
I nod.
“You have plans, Lo?” Jakub questions.
