“In your dreams.”
We’re supposed to be taking things slow. Jumping into bed with Logan? It’s the exact opposite of slow.
“My dreams are a very good place, Audrey.”
A sign points down the road for the closest hotel, five miles ahead.
It’s a slow drive through the winding roads of the foothills. It’s empty out here. The sky is gray, made lighter with the falling snow. I can’t remember a time I’ve seen it come down like this and not been out skiing.
Logan is an expert driver, getting us safely to the small hotel tucked off the main road. Nothing about it stands out.
“Here is as good as anywhere, right?” He looks over to me, letting me make the final decision.
“I don’t want to be out on the roads anymore.”
“Then let’s go.”
Grabbing our bags, Logan makes a dash inside as I follow behind him. Snow is thick, banked around all the cars in the parking lot.
“Afternoon, dears. Can I help you?” An older woman is sitting behind the counter.
“Do you have any rooms for the night?” Logan dusts the snow off his sweatshirt. It clings to every bit of him.
“I’m afraid with this weather the only room available is the honeymoon suite.” Her eyes are large behind her oversized frames.
“I guess we’ll be taking the honeymoon suite then.” Laughter plays behind Logan’s eyes as I step up next to him.
Of course the only room they have is the honeymoon suite.
Being with Logan in his truck was one thing. Being in a room with only one bed?
I don’t think any human has that much willpower to resist this man.
It’s like the Wyoming Springs Motel and Spa had other ideas for my trip with Logan.
I wanted to take things slow with him. There’s a lot of time and years between the two of us. Things that still need time to heal.
But slow just went right out the window as we step foot into the honeymoon suite.
“This is, umm…” Logan trails off, looking around the room.
“Where a serial killer plots his next victim?”
“Yes. That.”
Logan drops our bags on the floor by the door. Wood paneling covers the entire room. A few framed portraits of the area hang on the walls. A floral print comforter that has seen better days covers the king-size bed. Fake roses sit in a vase next to the TV sitting on top of the dresser.
The cherry on top? A Jacuzzi tub sits next to the bed by the bathroom.
“Why the hell is there a tub in the middle of the room? Is that supposed to be the spa part of the motel?” Logan goes to stand inside it. “And why do I feel like I need my shoes on wherever I go in here?”
I peek over the side. “Maybe it’s so the cleanup is easier?”
“Cleanup?” He shudders before jumping out of the tub. “Okay, if we die in here…”
“I’ll tell your family you love them?”
Brown eyes study me. It’s like he’s looking right through me and can see everything I’m trying not to feel.
