“Don’t push your luck.”
He muffles his chuckle with more pancakes.
You soooo have a crush on him.
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Jaxon
The rain’s not going to let up. I text Colin that we’ll be there tomorrow morning at a decent hour. Allie comes back with our check, and I grab it from her.
“Allie, where can we hole up around here for the night that’s decent?” I ask, watching Holly’s eyes widen like she didn’t expect us to really have to find a different place to stay.
“That’ll be the small motel about a quarter-mile down on your right. It’s the only one in town. Next town over is another ten miles, and they’re smaller than us. I don’t think they have a motel.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“You bet, hun.”
I look over and see Holly eyeing Allie hard again, like the last time, as she walks away to process the payment. It’s cute. I like jealous on her. Especially when it comes to me.
“Think she’ll write her number on the back of my receipt?”
“Do you want me to just ask her for it for you?”
Oh shit, too far.
“No. I was just teasing.”
We wait for a few more minutes as we watch for another lull in the rain before making a run for it. True to her word, the motel is in fact just a little down the road. It doesn’t look like it’s in complete disrepair, so I’m hopeful. The ‘vacancy’ light is lit up by the neon sign. We park as close as possible and hustle into theoffice area. A woman probably in her late forties is at the desk. She looks up and smiles.
“Hi there! I’m Peggy. You guys need a place for the night?”
“Yes, please. It’s not exactly motorcycle-friendly out there this evening,” I say with an annoyed chuff.
“Oh my gosh, that definitely explains why you’re soaked to the bone.”
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna call Sydney,” Holly says before turning, then turning right back around toward me with a grimace. “Can I use your phone? Mine’s still locked up in the bike.” I unlock my screen and hand it to her, watching her step out under the awning.
“Two rooms close together if you have them.”
“Oh, um…I only have one left.”
Ha.Just our luck.
“That’ll have to work. Is it one bed or two?” I ask, handing over my information and card to put on file. She clears her throat politely, and I look up from signing the document.
“One bed. I hope that will be okay.”
“No worries, Peggy. Thank you.”
Peggy hands over the key and bids me good night. I turn the knob and push out into the tempest, ready to face the inevitable freakout when I tell her.
“So, where are our rooms at?”
“About that.”
“Don’t tell me the vacancy sign was a mistake when she looked at her books.”