That makes a rough laugh escape me as I let her take the handle of her suitcase. “Okay, how about this. My arm is healed enough to lift a bag out of my car.”
“Better,” she says primly, but her mouth is fighting a smile.
But that smile falls as we round the corner to the front of the cabin, and a nervous expression once again covers her face.
I don’t have the fucking energy left in me to ask what’s wrong now, so I choose to ignore it, letting her unlock the door and push it open. The second I step inside, I see the reason for Sadie’s nerves. And judging by the guilty look on her face, she knew about this situation and chose not to mention it.
A quick look around the small studio cabin makes two things stand out.
There’s no couch, just a couple of comfortable-looking chairs. Comfortable, yes. Good for sleeping, no.
Which brings me to the second thing.
There’s only one bed.
This is definitely notfine.
Chapter twelve
Sadie
Guess I should’ve checked exactly how small these cabins are before dragging Maverick here. The look on his face makes it clear he wasn’t expecting a place so…cozy. We could stand at either end of the living space with one hand on the wall and still touch each other with our arms outstretched.
“Hmm, this is a bit tighter than I was expecting,” I say brightly, moving into the room and setting my suitcase down. “But it’s fine. I can sleep in one of the chairs, they look super comfortable.” I gesture wildly to one, not meeting Maverick’s gaze. “Or I bet the resort has air mattresses or something we could borrow.”
“And when you ask for the air mattress, you don’t think they’re gonna wonder why Maverick King’s girlfriend won’t just share a bed with him?” he asks acerbically.
I wince, knowing he’s right. “Fine. The chair, then. It’ll be fine.”
“Right. Fine.” Again with the sarcasm-laced tone, and I know he’s referring to my earlier comment about what fine actually means.
I breathe in and out slowly and turn to face him. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know it would be this kind of set up or I never would’ve made you come.”
He brushes past me, setting his bag down on the low dresser next to the queen-sized bed. “I’ll sleep on the floor. I’ve had worse.”
I open my mouth to protest but he shoots me a hard look before walking toward the door.
“I’m gonna go for a walk before we have to go to the cocktail thing. You said we had an hour, right?”
All I can do is nod.
“Good. I’ll be back in a bit to get ready.”
The door closes behind him, and I sink down into one of the chairs and try to envision falling asleep in it.Ugh,there’s no way. But making Maverick sleep on the floor feels incredibly wrong.We could share the bed…
No. Absolutely not. It’s bad enough I’m attracted to a man I absolutely, one hundred percent cannot have in real life. And I’ve dragged him to a wedding where the pressure is on to convince everyone we’re the real deal for an entire weekend. The last thing I can do is make him any more uncomfortable by even suggesting we share the bed. Heaven forbid I talk in my sleep or end up touching him somehow.
Nope. Not happening.
Standing up, I brush my hands down the front of my shorts. Might as well get myself ready for tonight so whenever he gets back, Maverick can have the bathroom to himself.
Twenty minutes later, I’m out of the shower, listening to see if he’s returned. When I’m met with silence, I chance itand dart out of the bathroom to where my suitcase is still against the wall. If I’d been smart, I would have brought my outfit for tonight into the bathroom. But the bed situation clearly scrambled my brain. I grab my underwear, bra, and the dress I planned to wear, and dart back into the safety of the bathroom. With this being the only separate space, I suppose we’ll be taking turns getting dressed all weekend.
Although the idea of seeing Maverick in, well, any state of undress has me clenching my thighs together. I wonder how far his tattoos go in covering his body…
Slipping on my underwear and bra, I pull the gray dress I planned to wear tonight over my head. It’s a simple sheath dress, light gray with a subtle floral pattern. The cap sleeves are pretty, I think, and the neckline is high enough to not draw attention. But as I stare at myself in the mirror and try to picture Maverick next to me, the only reaction I have isblah.
I do have options. There’s the dress I have for the wedding and reception tomorrow, and Ali insisted on sliding in a lavender dress she made me buy in the spring that I’ve never had the bravery to actually wear. I tried to tell her there wasn’t a chance I’d put it on, especially not in front of Maverick, but she just shrugged and tucked it in my suitcase anyway.
