“How embarrassing.” Wilma jabs her sister’s side. “Get her bags.”
Faye grumbles as she lifts a bag from the stack.
“We really do apologize, but I’m sure we can make it up to you.” Wilma also reaches for a bag. “Now, off to door three.”
“Door three,” Shay mutters under her breath as she yanks the bags from the ladies, stacking them in her arms.
“Door three,” the ladies repeat.
“Sure seems like fate how you two ran into each other.” Wilma grabs the handle of the last suitcase and rolls it out.
“Fate?” Shay almost shrieks.
“Sometimes things happen for a reason.” Faye unlocks door three. “This is your room, child.”
The door swings open to reveal a perfectly made bed, identical lamps, and zero half-naked men.
“I don’t think accidentally going into this man’s room was fate. You sent me to his room,” she says flatly.
“Yes, well.” Faye waves a hand. “Last-minute bookings can be a bit mixed up.”
“Fate.” Wilma’s eyes flicker to the pillow. “A story we’ll all laugh about together during the cinnamon roll baking class.”
My fingers dig deeper into the material.
“You should join us,” she says to Shay. “To make up for this mix-up. We’ll cover your attendance fee.”
“No, thank you.” Shay looks at me and doesn’t let her eyes slide anywhere but to mine.
Impressive.
“Don’t make a final decision yet.” I grab the door with my free hand. “Maybe once you’ve settled into your room there, you’ll change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
“I’ll save your spot.” My fingertips rap against the wood.
“Don’t bother.” She kicks a bag through the door. “One minute you’re accusing me of trying to jump your bones and doing your damnedest to get me out, and now you want me to come to some Cupid Cooking Class?”
“Fate.” I can’t help saying the word.
Her nose curls. “That’s a hard no.” She gets the final bag into the room, then pops her head out. “And just so you know, that’s not the only thing hard.”
Her eyes drop to the pillow.
Shit.
No fucking way.
But I don’t dare give her the satisfaction of dropping my gaze or looking embarrassed.
“Guess my body’s a little more honest than I am.”
“Gross.”
I almost laugh.
I definitely smile.
