Page 31 of Love In Hiding

“That’s not the issue as much as we need two rooms,” London said.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any other rooms available tonight,” LouAnn said.

“Tomorrow?” he asked. They could get through one night. Or he could. They were both exhausted. It wouldn’t be the end of the world. At least not to him.

LouAnn was typing into the ancient computer, then tapping her fingernails on the counter. “The software is kind of slow. Hang on.” London’s foot was tapping just as fast asLouAnn’s nails. “Sorry. We don’t have any rooms available until the end of the summer. Booked up solid unless there is a cancellation.”

“What about other hotels in the area? Do you know of any you could call for us?” he asked.

“The closest is almost an hour away,” Kayleigh said, looking at him. He wasn’t surprised to hear that. They were in a small town and had passed little on the drive. He was shocked they could get any rooms here short notice. Correction, one room!

“She’s right,” LouAnn said. “And I’m positive they’ll have no vacancies either, but I can try.”

“Please do,” he said. “Thank you.”

He turned his back to London, staring out the wide windows toward the water. They weren’t right on the waterfront, but the view was decent, calming, even. Not that he could count on having one inhisroom.

Theirroom.

Jesus. This couldn’t get any worse.

If there were another room available even an hour away, he’d take it, drive there, check in, then drive back and pick her up. Stupid and totally unnecessary. It was only two nights.

But right now? He’d have done it in a heartbeat.

And judging by the way London was practically vibrating with frustration beside him, she probably wished he would.

Hell, part of him wished it too.

Did he really want to spend this much time with her? Because nothing he’d done today had made her even remotely happy.

Not renting the car fast enough.

Not talking enough on the drive.

Not handling the staff the wayshewanted.

He’d tried. He always tried, but it didn’t matter.

The only saving grace was that she knew she’d been prickly as hell all afternoon. It fixed nothing, but at least she wasn’t pretending otherwise. And yeah, he understood. Bob’s leering had set her off the second they walked in.

It’d done the same to him too.

If anyone had looked at his sister like that, he would’ve been in the guy’s face so fast security wouldn’t have had time to blink.

Angel was the only person who could make him lose his shit.

Apparently London was moving up that list fast.

But he’d handled Bob. Calm. Direct. Effective. The point had been made his way, like he always did.

“I’m sorry,” LouAnn said. “They are in the same situation as us. Nothing is available until the end of summer. There are a few more hotels in Bangor I can try.”

“No,” he said, turning to look at her. Out of the question. He wasn’t driving ninety minutes tonight, then again in the morning, then back after work, then back to her the next day to end up back there at the airport Wednesday afternoon to catch their late afternoon flight.

“So we are just going to share the room?” she asked.

“Unless you want to sleep on the beach, that’s what we are going to do. You’ve got eight siblings. It can’t be much different, right?”