It’s cheap. But the grounds are well kept which speaks well for the rooms.
It’s the kind of place with two floors and flickering neon, gravel crunching under the tires as Benji parks near the front.
I glance at the truck, then back at him.
“Will the truck be safe here?” I ask, suddenly aware of just how much is sitting in the back of it.
He nods once.
“It will.”
I raise a brow.
“You sound very sure about that.”
“Because Alex is sleeping in it.”
I blink.
“I’m sorry—what?”
“He’s got a pullout in the back seat,” Benji explains, already grabbing his keys. “He’s done it before. Security system’s live, and he’s got me on speed dial.”
I glance toward the backseat where Alex is already pulling his headphones back on like this is totally normal.
“Huh,” I say.
Honestly?
I believe him.
The truck is basically a fortress.
And after seeing the setup earlier?
Yeah, I’m not worried.
“But I need a shower,” Benji mutters, rolling his shoulders. “And a real mattress.”
I bite back a smile.
“You look like you haven’t slept in about three days.”
“Two,” he corrects.
“Yikes,” I murmur, but I know it’s true.
After all, I’ve been sleeping in his bed.
Noticeably alone.
We head inside, and the lobby smells faintly like coffee and cleaning supplies.
The woman at the desk gives us a polite smile.
Benji starts by asking for two rooms, adjoined if possible—which makes my pulse race, but I know it’s for security reasons.
“Sorry, only have one room left,” she says. “Double occupancy.”
