“Fly fishing and bars.” She held up the two flyers, one in each hand.
“Sounds like the makings of the best day of my life.” His gaze moved over the photos of the fishing brochure. “Babe, we’re goin’ fishing.”
Shesowas not going fishing. “Babe?”
“You didn’t seem to care for Snookums. Figured I’d keep trying ’til I find one you like.”
She cringed. “You’re impossible.”
“I’ve been called many, many worse things.”
“I don’t fish.”
“First time for everything, Honey Pie.” He snagged her hand and tugged her along beside him.
He’d called most of the members of his harem in Florida that particular endearment. “I hate that name the most, Will.”
He paused, everything about him turning abruptly serious. “Then I’ll have to keep trying, won’t I?”
Crap.
…
The honeymoon suite turned out to be even nicer than the hotel lobby, which said a lot. Lucy kicked off her shoes and curled her toes into the plush carpet. Tonight she would sleep in luxury.
“This place is amazing, Will.” She traced a fingertip along one of the ribbons on the pillowcases. “These have to be over a thousand-thread-count. Come here and feel.”
He dropped an armful of bags. “I’ll feel up the bedding when I get back. One more trip ought to do it.”
“Do you want any help?” She glanced up.
“Nope, enjoy your time with the pillows.” He grinned a told-you-you’d-like-it smile and tugged the door closed behind him.
She sorted through the bags of equipment he’d left along the wall.
The oversize picture window framed the wilderness surrounding the lodge. The sound of a keycard in the door knocked her back to reality. The door didn’t open.
“Will?” she called.
Nothing.
She peeked through the eyehole. The man on the other side was not William.
“Can I help you?” Lucy squinted into the small fisheye hole that made everything outside look wonky.
Tall and built like one of those heavy-duty trucks, he shoved the keycard in once more. The reader buzzed and clunked, but the door wouldn’t open.
He paused, key still inserted and flipped over the envelope in his hand. “Sorry. I think they gave us the wrong room.”
William had said the resort had a reputation for double booking rooms. They had all been given the same room. Simple. This was the reason he had come with cameras on a secret consumer news mission.
“Hold on.” Lucy rummaged through the equipment bags to find a camera. “Just a second.”
With no time to do anything but set it on the dresser, she flicked the thing on. The angle would be crap, but maybe she’d get something usable.
She peeked through the door into the hall again. A sandy-haired woman with huge Precious Moments eyes stepped into view, and the man slung his arm around her shoulder.
Lucy pushed back the bolt and opened the door a sliver. “Hi. I think the lodge made a mistake. My husband will be right back. I’m sure he won’t mind walking to the front desk with you to sort this out.”
