Page 67 of The Last Good Man

“So what do you think?” Olive says as my silence prolongs.

Her voice snaps me out of my head.

“It looks great. Yes… Wait,” I mutter, looking around. “There’s no toilet.”

She dutifully shows me out of the bathroom and takes me to a small hallway and a half-bathroom with a toilet and a sink.

“This is more private,” she says, which makes no differenceto mesince I’m alone, although I appreciate her explanation.

By the time we walk back, my suitcase awaits me in the bedroom.

“Are you sure you can make it work if I leave tomorrow afternoon?” I ask.

She meets my concern with a smile.

“Yes. We’ve already made new arrangements and confirmed with the couple. Theyarrivelater than we thought. So, yes. Things will be all right. Thank you so much for working with us.”

“Thank you,” I say, convinced they’re losing money by upgrading me for free.

“All right,” she says, relief beaming in her voice. “Make yourself comfortable, and feel free to order snacks and drinks before dinner. It’s on us. The suite also comes with a breakfast in bed tomorrow morning and a complimentary platter of wine, cheese, and chocolate-dipped fruit at midnight.”

My eyebrows rise slowly.

“It’s a standard package,” she says in response to my questioning look.

“Thank you,” I say, making a mental note to leave a hefty tip when all is over.

The door closes behind the womanwhen I walk around the room and bathroom again, quietly inspecting everything.

What a strange turn of events.

Last night, I hoped to have sex.

Then a wild man kissed me.

And now I’m about to sleep in a newlywed couple’s bed.

Still musing, I remove my shoes and lower myself on the bed,making surethe petals stay in place.

My fingers brush over their softness.

Little things with so much meaning, making me wonder if they are truly in love with each other. This couple.

I’m still pondering that thought when my phone rings. I push to my feet, grab it from my purse, and answer the call while heading to the lounge chair.

“Hey. Are you there yet?” Alice asks while I sit on the lounge chair, prop my legs on the ottoman, tug at the curtain, and look outside.

“You won’t believe this,” I say, smiling at the view before relaying her my new experience.

MELODY

Ispendan hour giving Alice the full scoop on my room, and she couldn’t be more thrilled with my new experience.

By the time I end the call, it’s dark outside, and I need to get ready.

I walk into the closet, shed my clothes, put them on hangers, and pick up a bathrobe before heading to the bathroom.

The bathrobe sits on the edge of the sink as I step into the shower and let the water roll over my body.

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