Page 62 of The Quirky Vet

What if neither one of us knows what to do and it's an unmitigated disaster?

Worse, what if we do it, and regardless of whether it's good or bad, it stuffs up our friendship? How are we supposed to go back to being just mates after having each other's dicks in our bodies?

I need booze to help me with these thoughts, so I get up and march over to the mini fridge.

"Fuck."

It's empty. I wondered if this place was fancy enough to have a stocked minibar, but a shot—or five—would go down well right about now.

A soft beep followed by a faint click fills the air, and the door opens.

I spin around. "Hey."

"Hi."

"That was quick."

"Told you I would be."

He places the box he's holding on the floor and kicks his shoes off. I can't tell what mood he's in, but I'm picking up that things didn't go too well.

"Is everything okay?" I motion to the small sofa by the window. "Wanna talk?"

"I'd rather eat, actually. I'm starving."

"Cool. I'm knackered, though."

"Yeah. Same. It was a long drive."

"It was." I look around the modest room. "If this place doesn't have a minibar, I'm guessing they don't have room service."

That draws a small, tired smile out of him. "I spotted a Maccas on the corner as I was driving in."

"A Big Mac sounds good."

"Let's do it."

After finishing our meal, we head back to the hotel room. The city buzzes and beeps around us, lights flashing everywhere—from cars, shopfront windows, traffic signals, lampposts. People walk a lot faster than we do, brushing past the two slow-moving country boys.

I miss Scuttlebutt already.

It doesn't take long to reach the hotel. Once we enter the lobby, I stop. We were kinda quiet over the meal, the long drive catching up to us both, so the one-bed situation had slipped my mind.

I need to forewarn him. "There's been a bit of a mix-up."

"With what?"

"Our room." He frowns, and I go on. "You may not have noticed when you came in before, but there's only one bed. I spoke to the receptionist, but they're booked out, so there's nothing they can do. I'm sure Linus booked a twin room, but?—"

"He didn't."

"What?"

"I'd bet you my left nut this is exactly the room Linus booked. He probably even requested one bed."

"But why would he—ohhh."

Fitz's tired eyes sparkle a little. "Doesn't bother me. You?"

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