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The desk clerk glances between us. “Problem?”

“Yes,” Clara says.

“No,” I say at the same time.

Her head whips toward me. “One bed.”

“I can count.”

“We have rules.”

“I remember.”

“Rule two.”

“No sleeping together.”

“Exactly.”

I hand the clerk my credit card.

Clara grabs my wrist. “What are you doing?”

“Getting us out of the lobby.”

“We can’t share a bed.”

“Sure we can.”

Her eyes widen.

I lean down. “Relax, librarian. You made your rules very clear.”

Her fingers are still wrapped around my wrist. I glance at them.

She releases me. “Right.”

The clerk slides two key cards across the counter. I take them and Clara follows me toward the stairs. “You’re sleeping on the floor.”

“No.”

“The chair?”

“No.”

“Then where are you sleeping?”

I stop at the bottom of the stairs and she nearly walks into me. I turn and her eyes lift to mine. “The bed.”

“With me?”

“It’s a king.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

I step closer.

She steps back.