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With a shake of my head, I slip him a hundred quid and step back. No need for him to experience the ball of fury she’s morphed into. It’ll be easier to calm her down without him present.
“Cal,” she hisses as I start toward the lift.
I hold out a hand, waiting for her to follow. She doesn’t give it to me but her feet clap angrily against the marble floor as she follows along.
“I’m sure there are two beds. It’ll be fine,” I assure her as I step up to the lift.
She lets out a scoff, arms crossed. “You think Sully requested two beds for his anniversary weekend?”
“Things aren’t going well for them.” I shrug. “They’re going through something, remember?”
“Divorce.” She huffs. “Not something. They’re getting divorced.”
When the stainless steel doors part, she stomps through them.
I follow, check the number on the card the man handed me, and press the button to send us to the fifth floor. “That’s to be determined.”
“Oh my God, you’re just as delusional as he is.”
I sigh. Fucking Sully. Things were going so well.
As soon as we step out into the hall, she snatches the key from my hand and storms away.
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch up,” I call after her. She doesn’t spare me a glance.
I find the door wide open, and inside, she’s standing in the middle of the room, her eyes wide and her chest heaving.
Yup, Sully really went all out for his anniversary.
If looks could kill, I’d be laid out right here in the entry. Lola balls her fists and growls, “This is not going to work.”
Chapter 19
Lola
“It’s a heart.” I jab a finger at the ridiculous bed. With a shake of my head, I squeeze my eyes shut. When I open them again, it’s still there. I didn’t imagine it.
Groaning, Iwhirl on my apparent roommate. He looks like he swallowed his tongue.
Never in a million years would I have expected this. Sully isn’t the least bit romantic.
“There are rose petals and candles and champagne and chocolate strawberries and a bubble bath.” I fling my hand at the bubbling jacuzzi tub.
Cal’s head tilts. “It’s amazing, really.”
“This is not amazing.” Anger causes my vision to go dark around the edges.
This is weird. Uncomfortable.Notamazing.
“Not the room. I’m referring to how high and screechy your tone can get. It takes talent.”
A rumble works its way up my chest, as if it’s a living, breathing entity.
“Wow, did you just growl?”
I might have. I could do a lot of things at the moment. Because I just walked into a romantic retreat with Callahan Murphy.
I’m freaking out a little, because as much as I don’t want to like it, I kind of do.
