Page 10 of Tempt Me
“Eww,” I murmur, giving the hotel a disgusted once-over. “It’s log cabins.”
“Nothing wrong with that, Princess,” he says and pulls to a stop outside.
“Are you being serious?”
“Get out.”
He exits the car, leaving me to do the same. “Guess you are, then.”
Opening the door, I glance down at the huge puddle he parked in and remove my shoes. Splashing through the deep, muddy water, I follow him up the wooden steps and through the door of the lobby, where a woman sits reading an outdated magazine.
“Two rooms,” Isaac says, getting down to business.
“Only have one,” she replies.
“No, we need two,” I state, fuming with Isaac for making me stay here. I’d rather have kept going.
“Only have one,” she says again. “Take it or leave it, but in this downpour, you’d be better to take it.”
“Fine,” Isaac says, pulling out his wallet and paying for it.
Shaking off the excess water from my wade through the puddle, I replace my shoes, squelching slightly, tuning out Isaac and the woman to have a look around. I suppose it’s quaint in its own little way, and we won’t be here long. Surely this rain has to end soon.
Moments later, I follow Isaac out of the lobby and further down the veranda, where he unlocks a door and pushes it open.
“After you.”
“Thanks,” I murmur, striding inside, determined to make the best of a bad situation.
Taking in the small, cozy cabin, my eyes land on the only bed in the place.
It’s a single.
Great, just great.
Chapter6
Isaac
Glaring at the single bed and the decidedly tiny, uncomfortable couch, I decide to hunker down in the big squishy armchair.
“Sorry,” Rue says after a minute.
Glancing at her, sitting on the edge of the bed, her shoes off and her feet wet and muddy, I smile. “No, you’re not.”
She returns the grin. “Okay, you got me. But seriously, this is the worst. I’m going to clean up.”
“I’ll see if I can get an update on the weather.”
She nods and ambles off into the bathroom, thankfully still dressed, closing the door behind her.
Twiddling with the dial on the old radio, there is a lot of static until I hear an interrupted broadcast that catches my attention.
Frowning when I recognize the name of the escaped convict but not placing who he is, I look up when Rue comes back into the room with only a teeny towel wrapped around her gorgeous body, her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head.
“No hot water left,” she says and then narrows her eyes. “What?”
“Who is Eddie McFarlane?”
