“How do you know I have a horseshoe?” Poppy squints her eyes at me.
“You were standing on top of a bar. Everyone in the room saw that tattoo, Poppy.”
“Oh, well, I should go back in there and ask them all for tips for the show.” She laughs.
I shake my head. The doors open, and placing my hand back on Poppy’s lower back, I guide her out. “Just here. Alice, this one’s yours. Code is five, three, two, seven. If you leave the room and need to get back in,” I tell her as I open the door.
“Thank you. But we don’t need two rooms. We can bunk together,” Alice says.
“I’ve already booked out the two separate suites. Charge anything you want to room service. On the house,” I tell her.
“Okay.” Alice looks to Poppy.
“I’ll come get you in the morning.” Poppy hugs her friend and whispers something in her ear. I don’t catch what it is, but Alice’s eyes widen as she looks at me.
“Wait.” Alice takes her phone and snaps a picture. “If she goes missing, this picture is being handed over to the cops.”
“Smart.” I smirk.
Chapter Four
Alice closes the door and then it’s just me and the way-too-hot guy with the rock-hard chest muscles. It dawns on me then that I still don’t know his name.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I look across at him.
“What question was that?”
“What’s your name?”
“Sammie,” he says.
“Well, Sammie, do you have a last name?”
“I do.” He nods.
“And are you going to tell me what it is?”
“Your room is just up here.” He points to the door that’s three over from the one Alice went inside.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“Are you going to tell meyourlast name, Poppy?” he asks.
“Sure, Poppy Luanne Kestral.” I hold out my hand to him. “Nice to meet you.”
“Poppy Luanne Kestral, I’m Sammie Russo Junior.” His large palm covers mine and goose bumps skirt up my arm. “Here you are. You need anything else? Just call down to room service. Door code is seven, three, six, four.”
“That’s it?” My head tilts to the side. He’s seriously just walking me to my door? I don’t get it. “Are you married?”
“No.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask him.
“Nope.”
“Okay, well, is it true what they say?”
“What is it that they say?”
