Page 51 of Can't Fight the Moonlight

"I wish there was something I could do," Lizzie said. "There is a room in the attic, but it's rather small."

"That's the room with the ghost?" Patty asked. "I don't know that I could stay there. I'd be nervous."

"That's just a rumor. I've slept there, and I've never seen a ghost," Lizzie said. "If you want to take that room, that's all I have to offer."

"I—I don't think so. I wouldn't sleep at all." Patty gave Noah an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Noah."

"I could take the room," Noah said slowly.

"No, you need your room. It's your week, and it's important for you to be in room six. I understand that now," Patty said.

"I wish there was something else I could do," Lizzie began.

He wondered if she was about to offer up her own room, which she'd probably do if it meant keeping Patty and Noah happy. But she was looking tired and stressed, and he wasn't going to let her go that far.

"I'll take room ten," he said impulsively. "Patty can have my room. It's very nice. It has a view of the garden."

"That's so generous of you," Patty said, surprise in her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. You might have to have someone change my sheets. But I didn't mess anything else up."

"Does that work?" Noah asked Lizzie, hope in his gaze.

"Yes, but do you really want to move, Justin?"

"I saw the room earlier. It's fine. I have no problem with ghosts. I'll go put my stuff together and take it upstairs."

"Thank you so much," Noah said. "I'd be happy to pay for your room as a thank-you."

"I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

"You're a very nice man," Patty added.

"It's nothing." He headed into the inn, Lizzie on his heels.

"Justin," she said, when they got into the building. "You don't have to do this. I can give Patty my apartment."

"I knew you were about to make that offer, but you don't have to. This is a perfect solution."

"Not for you. I don't think your grandparents will be happy that you're stuck in the attic." She gave him an unhappy look. "I can take that room, and you can take my apartment, although, it's a little messy, but I could clean it."

"No. My grandparents won't know or care," he said, as he moved up the stairs and down the hall, opening the door to his room.

She followed him inside. "Why are you doing this, Justin? Why inconvenience yourself?"

"I couldn't stand to see you give away your apartment just to keep one of your guests happy."

"I've done it before."

"I'm sure you have, but not this time. I really don't have a problem doing this. I can sleep anywhere, and if I can't, I'll talk to the ghost."

"A ghost you don't believe in," she reminded him.

He smiled as he pulled out his suitcase and quickly repacked. "Maybe she'll change my mind. It's a she, right?"

"So the story goes. You know, Justin, when we first met, I wouldn't have pegged you for someone who would offer to give up their room to some lonely old couple. You were impatient and brisk and a little rude. Now you're being incredibly generous and kind. Who's the real Justin?"

"Guess you'll have to get to know me better if you want to find out. I can tell you one thing. When I want something or someone, I don't give up easily."

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