“There’s no blush.” My hand goes to my face. “It’s hot here.”
“It was that good, huh?” He spins, walking backward in a different direction. “Don’t be surprised if, one of these days, you end up telling me all your secrets.”
“Don’t be surprised if I never speak to you again.”
He laughs. “We’ll see.”
His charming smile is the last thing I notice before he slips around the corner.
Today is a travel day.The entire morning is spent checking out of the hotel, transferring to the airport, flying to Phuket, transferring to the new hotel, and getting checked in.
But nothing ever goes smoothly on travel days.
I shouldn’t even be surprised when Samorn, the hotel coordinator in Phuket, tells me we’re one room short.
“But yesterday, when you emailed me the final room assignments, there were enough for our group.” I hold up her printed email as proof.
“Yes, but you showed up today with one extra person,” Samorn says. At least her English is excellent, hopefully cutting down on further miscommunication. “I don’t have room for an extra person. We’re all booked.”
“How is that possible? I did the room list myself. Did you forget to add the last-minute add-ons? Mack and Connie Farnsworth?”
“No, their names are on the list,” Samorn says after she checks.
“What about Isaac Levy and Lauren Ashley?” Nate was in charge of adding them to the trip. Surely, this is his fault.
“I counted them as well.”
“Okay, so we’re one room short?” Nate skips to the point.
Samorn nods. “Yes.”
“Who’s missing?” He glances around the empty lobby. “All the guests have received keycards and have left for their rooms.”
“Yours.” I look at him like he’s stupid.
“No, I have a room.” He holds his key up to prove it.
I’ve been so busy getting everyone else situated that it didn’t dawn on me that I was the odd man out. I frantically search the list for my name, but it’s not there.
“It’s me.” My shoulders sink. “I don’t have a room. I accidentally left off my name from the list.”
Nate begins to laugh, but I shoot him a sharp glare. “Don’t you dare.”
“Sorry, but it’s kind of funny.” He covers his mouth with his fingers. “The queen of organization made a mistake.”
“Are you trying to get me to knee you in the groin? Because if you keep this up, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
He rolls his lips together, reining in his amusement.
I turn to Samorn. “What can be done? Don’t you have a room with maintenance issues or something you can give me?”
She shakes her head, slashing my hopes. “We’re fully booked.”
“Where’s the closest hotel? There has to be something around here.” I say the words even though I know it’s useless. Pureskin specifically chose a hotel far away from everything in a private inlet that you can only access by boat.
“Twenty minutes by boat.”
Not an ideal distance when you’re trying to run an event, but what other choice do I have?