Page 19 of Love on the Run

All of the worrying she’d done over this trip with her future husband was wasted. Anything she’d planned with him in mind was like a slap in the face.

A few minutes later, the Snowy Peak Ski Resort came into view. White lights twinkled over every tree, column, and awning. Wreaths were hung in every window, covered in a light dusting of snow, and the moonlight shone bright over the mountains in the distance.

Beau parked in front of the stately entrance and turned to her. “This is it?”

Anna looked at the lodge. What had Beau expected? A quaint B&B? A roadside motel? The question didn’t hold judgment, but was there a little bit of awe in his tone? She’d chosen the luxury hotel thinking it would be the perfect place to spend her wedding night.

That vision went up in smoke hours ago. There would be no honeymoon activities tonight.

“Is this okay? It’s already paid for.”

Beau nodded once and slipped out of the car just as a doorman wearing a long black coat and hatopened her door. Taking his hand, she stepped out into the cold night.

Another doorman met Beau at the trunk and reached for their luggage.

“I got it,” Beau said, shouldering both bags with ease.

Anna pressed her fingers over her mouth as her lips spread into a grin. This was going to be a fun trip.

Chapter 7

Anna

Beau stepped to the side at the door to their room, motioning for her to enter first.

Anna knew what to expect as she stepped inside. An open entryway spread into the common area with a sectional sofa, a sleek television disguised as artwork, and a minibar in one corner.

It was lavish and outrageous, but nothing inside the room compared to the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows that led onto a private balcony.

Anna stepped inside and turned to study Beau. He followed her in but didn’t put their luggage down. His gaze swept over the room, and his chest rose and fell in a deep breath.

What was he thinking? His expression gave nothing away. Would he see the whole thing as outrageous—a gross waste of money?

Anna saw it that way, but Dean had expectednothing less than lavish for their honeymoon. Status mattered to him in a way it never had to her.

Setting her jaw, she pushed thoughts of Dean out of her mind. “The bedroom is this way,” she said, heading for the open door near the sofa.

Beau followed her into the room and looked around. “Where do you want your bag?”

Anna pointed to a spot beside the bed. “You can just leave it there. Thanks for bringing it up for me.”

“No problem.” He turned and started for the door.

“Where are you going?”

Beau’s brow lifted as he pointed to the common room. “The couch.”

Oh, of course. There was one bed—a king—in the large bedroom. “Well, you can leave your bag in here.”

“It’s just one night. I’ll let you have your space.”

Space. She had a lot of space in the big bedroom by herself.

“What time are the dinner reservations?” he asked.

“Seven.”

The whole interaction had her skin crawling. Why did things have to be weird?

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