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I just have no idea where we go from here.

CHAPTER 3: Miller Banks

Only One Bed

“I don’t want to go to the apartment,” she blurts. “Can we just…I don’t know. Go to a hotel? Would that be weird?”

“It wouldn’t be weird at all. Whatever you need.”

I know the area well since I lived around here my entire life up until a little under a year ago, so I pull off the highway and head toward one of the nicer hotels in town.

“Is this okay?” I ask when I stop in front of the hotel entry.

She nods. “I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“Do you want to go grab anything?”

She shakes her head. “We’ll go tomorrow when he’s at work.”

We head inside to the front desk, and the clerk working there immediately recognizes me. I did attend the university in this town, and I did play for the local pro football team for a number of years, so I guess I’m somewhat well known around these parts.

“Miller Banks,” the clerk says. “Wow, what an honor to meet you.”

“And you,” I say politely.

“Can I get a photo with you?” He pushes his phone across the counter toward Sophie.

I chuckle. “Do you mind?” I ask her.

She’s used to this. She snaps our picture, and then the clerk asks what he can do to help us.

“I’m looking for a room tonight. A suite if you have one, preferably with two beds.” I clear my throat awkwardly. I don’twanttwo beds, but Sophie certainly does.

He taps around on his computer. “We’re sold out, but let me see what I can do.”

“Sold out?” I repeat.

“It’s the Duel in the Desert tonight,” he explains, which means the University of Arizona is up here from Tucson playing the Arizona State University men’s basketball team.

“Shit,” Sophie mutters.

We exchange a glance.

“Looks like we have one room available, but it’s just a regular king room. Will that work?” he asks.

Only one bed.

I look over to Sophie. “Your call.”

She presses her lips together as she nods. “We’ll take it.” She looks at me. “It’s fine.”

“I can sleep on the floor,” I offer.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She looks at the clerk. “We’ve been best friends since high school, and I broke up with my boyfriend tonight.” It’s cute that she’s justifying this to a complete stranger.

He raises his brows, and I can hear his sarcastic,okay, sure. He doesn’t voice it even though his face doesn’t hide it.

We move the car from the entry to a parking space, grab my suitcase, and head up to our room. It’s small, and there’s not even a couch that I could try to get comfortable on.

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