Page 30 of Love In Hiding

“The key to the second room,” London said.

“No,” Kayleigh said. “One room. It says it right here. Spencer Jensen and London Westerly. By the way, I just love your name. Did you know Paris Hilton named her daughter London too?”

Spencer heard the sigh next to him. Hell, anyone within twenty feet would have heard it. He didn’t blame her in the least over that silly comment.

He’d had about enough silliness for one damn day.

He wanted a shower and a beer. Maybe a beer in the shower where he could wash off not just the stench of seafood but also the nightmare this day turned out to be.

“That’s great,” she said. “But Spencer is talking about the key to my room. That’s for his.”

“No,” Kayleigh said. “We have here one room, two queen beds.”

Kayleigh turned the monitor around to let him see it. He held back the wince of her sharing information when he could see others’ names and room numbers.

He pulled his phone out. “No. Here is the confirmation of our reservation. Two rooms, one queen bed in each, not one room with two queen beds.”

“Ohhhhh,” Kayleigh said. “Huh. That stinks. But the person who assigns rooms, she’s dyslexic. She does that a lot.”

He held the groan in on her over-sharing. Barely. “That’s not the point,” he said. “We need another room.”

“I’m sorry. There are no other rooms. Just yours.”

London put her hands on the counter. Her stance was as rigid as his, but she had less control showing it. “Not acceptable,” she said firmly. “We have confirmation for two rooms and that is what we should get. If this person assigned the rooms wrong, there should be another room available.”

“Sorry,” Kayleigh said, her sweet voice just grated on his last nerve. Not that he’d let anyone see. “Rooms are assigned weeks in advance. There isn’t anything available.”

“Is there a manager we can speak to?” she asked, her fists clenched.

“Oh, am I not able to provide you with the correct answers?” Kayleigh asked, looking confused. “I don’t want to get in trouble.”

Spencer put his hand on London’s arm and softened his voice. If left to her, she’d have the young employee in tears in a minute.

“You provided us with the correct answer; however, it’snot what we need or paid for. Is there someone else in charge we can speak with?”

“LouAnn is in the back. She’s the night manager. I’ll see if she can help.”

“Thank you. We appreciate it.”

“Don’t say it,” she gritted out through her teeth. “I know. Nothing that girl can do.”

“That’s right. Working yourself up does nothing to help this situation.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Nothing until we get the information.”

She pulled her phone out and was quickly scrolling. He could see her looking for other hotels, but he’d be placing money on them not being able to find anything else.

“Hi, I’m LouAnn. Kayleigh said there is an issue with your reservation?”

“Yes.” He unlocked his phone and moved it over. “We paid for two rooms with one queen bed in each. We got one room with two queen beds.”

“Not again. I’m going to have to have a talk with Britta.”

“I said she has an issue doing that,” Kayleigh said.

“I’m so sorry,” LouAnn said. “I’ll refund you that second room right now.”