Page 65 of A Chance for Us
“Want to watch that movie?” I ask.
“Sure.”
I glance around the room again, wondering why the hell there is no television in here. “Is there a damn television?” I ask as I toss my legs over the side.
“Didn’t you design this place?”
“Stella had this room.”
“It is the honeymoon suite. I guess she figured they’d be doing other things?” Maren says as she searches. “Ha! I found it!”
I glance at her, finding her holding up a remote as if it were a prize. “Okay, now we just need to find the television.”
She climbs back into bed and pats the bed next to her. “Watch.” Pointing the remote toward the opposite wall, she presses a button, and what I thought was a beautiful piece of framed artwork becomes a television.
“That is impressive.” I move toward it, amazed because I never would have guessed it wasn’t art. It’s flush against the wall like a photograph and there is barely any backlight.
“I definitely need one of these,” Maren says as she turns onMy Cousin Vinny, which is already halfway over. “I love this movie.”
“It’s a classic.”
She smiles. “Aunt Eileen can do her accent perfectly to match this movie. We used to watch it all the time and I would laugh as she’d recite it.”
Maren sits up on her knees and says the lines word-for-word.
We both laugh, and her cheeks turn red when her attempt at an accent fails. “That was pitiful.”
“I’d like to hear your New York accent.” Maren smirks.
“Forget about it!” I give it my best, which is just shy of truly pitiful, and she falls back on the bed, laughing hysterically.
Maren fluffs the pillow and grins. “Who would’ve thought this would be how either of us would spend a wedding night?”
“Sure as fuck not me.”
“Me either, but honestly, this is kind of perfect. It’s like college again.”
Except that I didn’t want to strip her naked when we were in college. “In a way. While the movie and being with you is perfect, we’re missing something.”
“What?”
“Food.” I grab the phone and call down to the staff to bring us up room service.
When I hang up, Maren is clutching her chest. “My hero.”
“I do try.” I puff out my chest.
“I am starving. It’s so sad that we barely had five minutes to shove some food into our mouths.”
I’d like to shove my tongue—or something else—in her mouth.
I mentally slap myself. “I agree. I know this was supposed to be a test run, and while I can say the staff was great, I have no idea about the food.”
She purses her lips. “Hmm, you know, no one complained about anything, really.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just the whole weekend. My family was so happy the whole time, and we ate all our meals here, so youknowthe food was good. If it wasn’t, you guys would have heard about it, but no one bitched.”
