14

“Two queen-size beds,” the guy behind the desk says. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a king?”

“I prefer the queens,” Tilly says.

He nods, still looking at his computer. “Your reservations show that you’ve requested adjoining rooms with the Pussleys?” He finally looks up, his expression much more serious than I expected.

Tilly glances back at me and chews the corner of her mouth. She’s looking for a reaction, and she’ll get one. The second we’re alone, my hand will slap across her ass.

She’ll like it.

But, fuck, I will, too.

“That’s correct,” she says.

He places a key in front of her. “Room six-three-four. The elevators are around the corner.” He points to the right. “If you remove anything from the minibar, you will be charged whether you drink it or not.”

“Got it,” she says. “Thanks.”

We turn toward the elevators, and the door slides open as soon as Tilly hits the button.

As we step inside, she takes out her phone and checks the screen. “The Pussleys are already here.”

“Nice.