My gaze stays on Cam and he blushes.
“Is that all right?” he asks, driving into a gas station.
I shake my head. “Craig wants us back.”
“I know. But we’re currently stuck in one hell of a blizzard, Savannah.”
“You’re right. We should find a hotel.”
“Leave that to me.” He grins at me. “It’ll be fun. You’ll see.”
* * *
Due to the storm, every hotel in town is sold out. All except for one. Cam makes a reservation for two rooms, and we drive a few blocks. The snow’s coming down stronger than before, and the windshield wipers are working overtime. I can barely see in front of me, and I exhale in relief when we reach the lighted parking lot of the hotel. The castle-shaped resort is beautiful and clearly expensive.
“How much?” I reach for my purse.
“I’ve got it,” he says firmly.
“Cam…”
“I’ll be able to expense it through the team,” he insists. “At least part of it. We got stuck in a storm; driving isn’t safe.”
We grab our bags and hurry through the snow into the lobby, only to find out that the reservation desk made a mistake. A big one, at least for an introverted virgin who’s never even been on a date.
Only one room is left.
“Only one…” My voice fades into nothing as I stare at the receptionist behind the counter.
“It’s two beds,” the friendly, young clerk says in a hopeful tone. “Each a queen. Will that work?”
“Su-ure,” I say, my voice coming out all wobbly.
Cam takes my arm and we walk until we’re out of earshot of the desk clerk.
His gaze is steady on mine. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He gestures to the floor-to-ceiling window. “The snow’s coming down pretty badly. But I’m fine with whatever you want.”
“I don’t think there’s much of a choice,” I murmur. “It’s not safe to drive.”
“I know, but your eyes are so wide right now. Is this about sharing a room with me?”
I reach for my courage. “It’s okay. We can stay in the same room for one night. Right?”
“I promise you can trust me,” Cam says.
I nod. “I do. Trust you.”
He inhales sharply. “That means a lot, Savannah. I don’t take your trust lightly.”
While he goes back to the front desk to get our key, I sink down on the lobby couch and call home.
“YES,” Molly says happily. “One room. Awesome.”
“It’s not like that,” I say.
“Really? Tell me tomorrow when you don’t sleep with him. New Year’s resolution accomplished.”
“Not happening. Sleeping with him would be illegal!” I say to her. “Remember the employee handbook? It says that fraternizing between…”
