Page 67 of Where We Promise

Nerves had my hands nearly shaking as I walked in, my eyes going round as I took in the soft lighting and lush carpet throughout the open space. A circular, white leather couch faced a glass hearth. Behind it was a kitchenette with a bar littered with glassware, alcohol, and a huge gift basket.

Past the small dining table and deep-set chairs was a massive balcony that looked over the city. I wanted to go out there, but I also wanted to explore more of the room.

Past the living area was a closed door, which led to a massive bedroom. Another gas fireplace was inside, along with another balcony, and the most comfortable looking bed I had ever seen in my life. It was covered in thick, white feather down duvets with at least twelve fluffy pillows, and two robes laid out across the foot of the mattress.

Beyond the room was a bathroom that I wanted to move into.

“Jameson,” I gasped, eyeing the massive soaking tub. There were stairs that led up to it, and down inside, which meant I could get in and out without freaking out over slipping. The shower was encased in glass, with two spigots. Marble, glass, dark iron fixtures. It all blended so perfectly, I itched to grab my phone so I could start snapping photos.

“This is ours for the night?” I spun to Jameson who had tucked his hands into his pockets.

He shrugged. “For the next three nights.”

Three nights in this luxurious hotel…

“You planned a vacation for us?”

He laughed, all smiles and warm sunshine. “No, just a honeymoon.”

That brought me back to the present, which made me tautly aware of how I must look after a full day of being on my feet, and my makeup wearing off, my hair falling flat and my dress wrinkling.

“But why? This is fake, you didn’t owe me a honeymoon.”

He shrugged again, this time scratching at the back of his neck. “I just thought it might be nice…I just wanted you to have something you enjoyed, especially before you have the baby and things get hard. You can have these three days where you do nothing but relax.”

“Jamie.” My voice cracked, and he must have understood what I was thinking. His eyes seemed to glisten like mine, saying more than either of us were brave enough to say out loud. Then there was a knock on our suite door, so Jamie blinked and spun away to answer it.

Kenny was walking in with two bags. One, supposedly belonged to me, but I didn’t own any luggage that nice.

Once Kenny was gone, I met Jamie in the living room. “This is my bag?”

“Laura loaned you a suitcase, because when you arrived, all you had was that big duffle. Figured you’d want something a little smaller to bring here.”

Or a little nicer.

“That was considerate of her,” I said, feeling oddly emotional.

He smiled again. “She packed it with stuff from your closet, and bathroom. Felt confident she knew what you’d need.”

He moved the luggage into the bedroom, all but his. His, he kept right there in the living room.

Message loud and clear.

He was still going to sleep separate from me.

“You hungry?”

My stomach growled right as he asked it.

He smirked, glancing at my abdomen. “Room service it is.”

I watched his back shift under the white dress shirt, wondering when he’d shed his suit jacket. His cuffs came unbuttoned under his gentle touch, and then his collar, all the buttons along his chest, until the shirt gaped. Underneath was a simple white tank top that showed every ab muscle.

“You want to go try that tub?” He smiled at me, taking the cordless phone and placing it to his ear.

I did. I wanted to so bad, but I also wanted to keep looking at him. I wouldn’t tell him that.

“My dress…I can’t?—”

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