Page 85 of Eleven of a Kind

“Okay then.” Piper’s brows furrowed. “I appreciate your suffering so I could talk to my friend.” She rolled her eyes.

“Just drop it, lady, and leave me alone.” He stood up and walked off the plane.

“Gee, what a grumpy man.”

I laughed as I grabbed our bags and my guitar case from the overhead, and we exited the plane.

“I have a car waiting to drive us to the hotel,” I said.

“Okay. I was just going to grab a cab, but a nice car sounds better.” A beautiful smile crossed her lips. “You brought your guitar?”

“Yeah. I always bring it when I travel. It can sometimes get boring in a hotel room, so I like to play.”

“You mean when you don’t have a woman to entertain you?” A smirk crossed her lips.

“Very funny. How long are you here for?” I asked as we climbed into the car.

“A couple of days. As soon as I talk to my father, I’m out of here.”

When we reached the hotel, I glanced at my watch.

“Check-in isn’t until four o’clock, and it’s only two,” I said. “Hopefully, my room is ready.”

We walked up to the desk, and I set my bag down.

“Welcome to the Hyatt Regency Seattle. How can I help you?” A nice woman asked.

“I’m checking in. The name is Dr. Gabriel Kind.”

“Ah, yes, Dr. Kind. You’re here for the medical conference, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Your suite is ready.” She smiled as she handed him his room key. “Enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you.”

“How can I help you, miss?” she asked Piper.

“I’m checking in also. Piper Primrose.”

“Um, I don’t see a reservation for you, Miss Primrose.”

“Excuse me? I have a confirmation email.” I pulled out my phone and brought it up.

“Did you book your reservation online?” she asked.

“Yes. Three days ago.”

“I don’t know what happened, but we do have a medical conference for the next three days, and it seems we’re overbooked. We don’t have any rooms available. Unfortunately, when you booked your room, the website didn’t update. But don’t worry, I can find you a room at a nearby hotel.”

“Are you being serious right now, lady?” Piper cocked her head.

Fate was stepping in again, and I was grabbing the opportunity it gave me.

“You’ll stay in my suite with me,” I said as I grabbed her bag.

“Gabriel, I—”

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