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“They don’t have the two singles I reserved for Grayson and Henry.”

I felt the tension rise like a mercury thermometer behind me at her words, and I couldn’t help but sigh.

It seemed I’d fallen into a bout of bad luck lately where Henry was concerned.

At least, at the time it felt like bad luck, but now...

Now, in hindsight, I could see it was the exact opposite of bad luck.

It was fate.

“You said you have six doubles reserved, correct?” Aaron asked. The concierge nodded, smiling, but I could see the terror behind their eyes. I knew that look well, as my co-workers often wore it when a Bride came in to try her dress on, and the wrong dress had been delivered... beause someone had typed the wrong thing into the system when it was ordered.

And as a fellow sales guru, I knew just how to placate the poor woman currently worrying she’d be pulled into the manager’s office over this.

“Y... yes, but I’m afraid I don’t have any single domes available this weekend because of the—”

“Wine Fest,” Giselle sighed.

“Henry can stay with me,” I said, causing everyone to turn and look at me like I’d grown three heads.

“I mean, it’s the logical solution. They already have six domes, and everyone’s got a roommate, so...” I shifted my stance, feeling the heat of Henry’s gaze. “Just add another mattress or whatever. I’m sure you can do that, right?”

The concierge’s shoulders sunk as she shook her head.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. As I said, all the doubles and queens were booked out a month ago, and your Rustic Romance Party Package included only suite domes, which all come equipped with one king.”

At her words, I caught Henry’s gaze, the shock in his eyes as evident as his tense jaw and flushed cheeks.

“Is... is there any vacancy back at the hotel? A cancellation maybe?” he squeaked.

“I’m afraid not, sir,” the concierge gently said, and Henry sighed.

“I promise not to steal the covers if you promise not to snore,” I taunted him. Henry only had the audacity to look away from me, but I didn’t miss the stain of crimson in his cheeks.

I really was a glutton for punishment.

“Well, I guess that settles that then...” Giselle said, looking back at me for a moment.

“Big brother always has a solution, doesn’t he?” Aaron said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes as everyone let out faint laughs.

“Uh huh. One less crisis we have to deal with this weekend,” I said, nodding at Henry, adjusting my sunglasses. “Now, can we please get our keys or whatever and get to these God forsaken domes? I’m tired and I’m fucking starving.”

CHAPTER 19

Grayson

These folks weren’t kidding when they said dome. The gigantic, hexagonal glass dome looked like some cross between a spaceship, a greenhouse, and an AirBnB.

And it was entirely exposed, in the middle of the woods. You could see everything.

The attendant who shuttled us to our domes walked us up to the front entrance, and tapped the keycard reader before handing us both our individual keycards. “Now as long as you have this on you, as soon as you come in contact with the door, it will unlock.”

“It’s so...”

“Open...” Henry said nervously.

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