Page 59 of My Haven
“Cool manners stuff from the olden days,” Meryn said.
She looked up at Caiden. “Can you show me and Arlo to our rooms?”
Arlo stood. “Hit your limit?”
“Yeah.”
Caiden offered his arm. “Of course.”
She went to leave, then turned back to the room. “It was nice meeting everyone.”
“Nighto.” Meryn called out.
Caiden walked them through the kitchen, past a large dining room and up a set of stairs. “Our guest rooms are toward the back of the house.” He led them to a set of doors. “It has a shared bathroom, I thought you wouldn’t mind.”
Both of them shook their heads.
Caiden held out his hand. “If you let me know which hotel you were at, and give me your key, I can have one of the guys get your stuff and drive your van over.”
“The Monarch,” she said, then opened her clutch to take out her key. “Room six-sixteen.”
Caiden raised a brow. “One room?”
She waved off his concerns. “Arlo is more concerned with either his phone or Netflix than me.”
“Am I going to be a problem, Boss?” Arlo asked.
Caiden shook his head. “As long as you don’t hurt her, we’ll be fine. If she views you as family, so do I.”
“I want one!” Arlo pouted, stamping his foot.
Caiden laughed. “Fate works in mysterious ways.”
“I’ll leave you kids to it. Goodnight, Prince Charming,” Arlo said, blowing Caiden kisses.
Caiden blew some back.
When the door shut, it was her turn to fidget nervously. “Thank you, I think?”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. “Dream of stuffed french toast. I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen in the morning.”
“You don’t want me to dream of you?”
He made a face. “I honestly think you’d like dreaming of the french toast more.” He leaned in so his lips barely touched her ear. “I haven’t given you anything to dream about yet,” he whispered.
Feeling weak in the knees, she felt behind her for the doorknob. “Goodnight, then.”
“Goodnight.”
She shut the door, then leaned against it.
“You’re barely upright. Was the kiss that good?” Arlo asked, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, generic toothbrush in hand.
“He kissed my forehead.”
“You’re utterly screwed,” he sang.
She walked over and sat on the bed. “Yeah, I think I may be this time.”
