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‘Ya, mon! Everyting criss!’

‘Vale.’ I nodded. ‘So you will sleep in your car until the morning and then when it is safe, you will drive us back?’

Bob nodded. Once we had walked him back to where he’d parked, made sure he was locked in his car and resting on the backseat, we headed for the closest hotel.

‘I am sorry, sir,’ the receptionist said. ‘We are fully booked.’

‘You don’t have anything at all?’ Jasmine pleaded.

‘Nothing at all,’ she shook her head. ‘There is a big wedding happening tomorrow, so we’ve been booked for months.’

‘Okay, thank you.’ Jasmine sighed as we left. ‘It’s fine. There’s another hotel not too far away.’

But when we arrived there, that was fully booked too.

‘I feel like Mary and Joseph asking if there’s any room at the inn! At this rate, we’re going to need to sleep in the car with Bob.’

‘There is another hotel here.’ I pointed to the map on my phone screen. ‘We can try there.’

When we arrived and asked for two rooms, it looked like the receptionist was about to laugh in our faces at the idea that we thought we could come to a hotel in a popular area and expect them to have availability.

‘I’m very sorry but we’re fully booked. Wait…’ The receptionist paused. ‘Actually, my mistake.’ She tapped away on her keyboard, frowning at the screen. ‘We do have one room available. It’s smaller than most of our standard rooms. Looks like we had a last-minute cancellation.’

‘We will take it!’ I said quickly.

‘Sorry, but we needtworooms. Do you have another one available, please?’ Jasmine asked.

‘No, sorry, ma’am. It’s just the one room. You’re welcome to try the other hotels in the area; there’s two nearby.’

‘We tried those.’ Jasmine blew out a frustrated breath. ‘They were full. Do you have a licensed taxi driver who could take us to Ocho Rios?’

‘I’m sorry, but the drivers we use don’t go that far at this time of night. So?’ the receptionist asked. ‘Do you want to take the room?’

I thought we definitely should.

Now I had to see whether Jasmine agreed…

26

JASMINE

This couldn’t be happening.

I couldn’t believe Bob had got drunk or stoned or whatever he was and couldn’t drive us home and that now I was at a hotel.

With Alejandro.

Where there was only one room left.

And we both knew what that one room meant there would only be one bed.

We were fucked.

Bad choice of expletive, but accurate.

After the way we’d been bumping, grinding and kissing today, there was no way we’d be able to survive being in such close proximity together all night, never mind sharing a bed without fucking.

Kissing him and dancing provocatively was one thing. Screwing was a whole different ballgame. There was no going back from that.

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