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A few minutes later, we were parked outside the cabin, and
Zeke had our bags in hand while I swiped the keycard for the room. It took
several tries to get the lock to open, something that annoyed me to no end.
After discovering everything with the reservation, the door
not working was just one more thing to add to the list of why I was upset with
my life.
Once the door was open, I stepped to the side and allowed
Zeke to go in first before flicking the light switch by the door and letting
the door fall shut behind me.
I turned toward the main part of the cabin and drew up short
when I noticed Zeke standing frozen with the bags still in his hands.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking closer.
“Uhh…” Zeke said, shifting his weight from side to side. “Is
there supposed to be only one bed?”
I cringed. I didn’t tell him what happened with the
reservation while we were in the car. He deserved to know that I hadn’t changed
it like I told him I would.
“Well…I didn’t realize until I went to check in that I
forgot to call them to let them know that the reservation needed to be changed.
I couldn’t change it today because it was too late.”
Silence greeted my words, and I worried my bottom lip and
dropped my gaze to the floor. “I’m really sorry,” she said when Zeke continued
to say nothing. “I thought I’d called, and I didn’t. I can’t believe that I
forgot to do that simple thing. Don’t even get me started on the excursions we
have booked because—”
I jumped when Zeke pressed a finger to my chin and tilted my
head up. He was grinning. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve always wondered what it would
be like to sleep in the same bed as the
Delaney Carrigan.”
My face heated. “Oh, uh…”
“Come on!” Zeke said, pulling me into a hug. “It’ll be fine.
Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”
He released me and turned back to pick the bags up and
stepped further into the room.
With him out of the way, I could see what gave him pause. It
wasn’t just the single king-size bed in the room. It was the rose petals that
were littered all over the bedcovers and on the floor.
They were everywhere. As I stepped closer to the bed, I
cringed as I realized they were even in the shape of a heart with a small card
in the center. Though I knew I shouldn’t, I picked it up. It read
“Congratulations on your marriage!”
I stared at it for several long moments, my mind flashing
back to when Josh told me he couldn’t marry me.
“Whatcha got in your hand?” Zeke asked.
Before I could crumple the card, Zeke plucked it from my
fingers. I watched as his expression darkened. “Fuck him.”
He ripped the card in half, then ripped it again before
tossing the pieces in the air. I watched them flutter toward the floor.
“You’re better off without that douche-canoe. Seriously.
What guy breaks up with the supposed love of his life only days before their
wedding? Asswads, that’s who. Don’t waste another minute worried about him.”
I nodded. What could I say to that? It wasn’t anything I
didn’t already know and that Zeke and my family hadn’t already said. Josh was
an asshole of the first order for what he did to me.
It didn’t make it hurt any less, though.
“Right, let’s get unpacked and look over what we’ve got
going on this week. Maybe we can add some things to do instead of what we’ve
got on there. What do you say?”
I nodded and felt myself relax. “Sounds good.”
Zeke turned and grabbed his bag, unzipping it while I stood
there, frozen.
While he’d made me feel better about the rose petals and the
asshole ex-fiancé, we hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room: the single
bed.
Yeah, Zeke joked that he’d always wanted to sleep in the
same bed as me, but I knew he said that to make me feel better.
How were we going to make this work?
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