Page 111 of Marrying Off My Husband

Every time I brought it up, he pumped the brakes, insisting that things were moving too fast.

It was ridiculous. At this pace, they might be married by the time they both turned one hundred.

I needed to give them a little shove, so I did.

After I finally twisted their arms into coming on the ski trip, I snuck into Spencer’s office and found the emails confirming his reservations for a room for him and a room for Eve.

Cute, but I needed them to be a little closer than that. Forced proximity was what they called it in the romcoms I watched. And it worked every single time.

So, I made a little adjustment to his plans.

With the reservation confirmations in my hand, I plopped onto my bed and dialed the hotel’s number.

A lovely agent picked up, asking how they could help me.

“Yes, this is Eve Whitaker, I’m afraid there’s been some mistake with my and my husband’s reservation.”

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry to hear that. I’ll be happy to help fix it for you. What seems to be the problem?” the friendly agent asked.

“Well, it looks like we got booked into two separate rooms, and that just won’t do. Now, on some occasions, I may prefer some space, but this is just ridiculous.”

“I’m so sorry. Do you have your reservation number?”

“I do. Actually, I have two of them.” I passed them both along to the agent.

After a moment of typing, she said, “I see them, yes. It looks like this was booked as two king rooms. Did you just need the one?”

“Yes. Oh, actually, I was wondering…is your honeymoon suite available?”

“Let me check for you…” Keys clacked on the other end of the line. “You’re in luck, Mrs. Whitaker, it is. Would you like to swap these two rooms for that one? It comes equipped with a hot tub, a king bed, and you’ll receive complimentary champagne and chocolate covered strawberries on your first night with us.”

“Well, that sounds like a lovely surprise for us. I’ll take it.”

“Excellent. Just a moment while I make these changes to your reservation.” After a few minutes, she said, “You’re all set. We look forward to welcoming you on your upcoming stay, and if there is anything else I can do to help, just let me know.”

“I do appreciate your help, sugar. See you soon.”

With a devilish grin, I ended the call, tore up the printed reservation confirmations and dumped them in my trash. On my end, I’d made sure to book a single occupancy so Eve couldn’t stay with me.

I giggled at my plan, certain they’d realize how perfect they were together when they were forced to spend time in a small hotel room.

For a moment, I wondered if Eve would just ask for a separate room when they arrived, but I took care of that, too.

A quick search showed me only two rooms remained during our trip, so I booked them both, ensuring they wouldn’t be able to separate.

“You’re a genius, Lou,” I said to myself.

The memory faded but left a smile on my face as I stared over at the two of them as they enjoyed their game.

“Lou, would you like to join us?” Eve asked as she won the first round.

“No, sugar, I’m perfectly happy right here.”

“Come on,” Spencer said, patting the seat next to him. “We can talk about your budding relationship with Theo.”

I shifted my gaze between the two of them, one eyebrow reaching for my hairline. They were subtly trying to pump me for information. But why? I had been “dating” Theo for long enough that it should have looked like it was going to stick. Why were they still being so reluctant to step up their own game?

“All right,” I said with a sigh as I rose from my seat and swapped for the one next to Spencer. “But I don’t like this game.”

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