Chapter Eight
Mack
An hour later, I stared at the single queen-size bed in the hotel room and silently cursed. I’d tried to convince myself I could handle this.
“I’ll go check at the desk again, maybe someone cancelled a reservation,” I muttered.
We were in a touristy area, so I knew my luck probably wasn’t going to hold, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to try. Ash was silent as we rode the elevator back down to the reception area. Her long legs kept up with me as I strode quickly over to the desk.
The man checking people in was busy, but two families later, he glanced up. “Is everything okay with your room?” he asked with a quick look back and forth between us.
“It’s fine, but we reserved a double room. When we checked in earlier, the guy here said to check back in case anyone c
