Page 56 of Lone Star Longing
“No, I get it. But that’s the bedroom.” He pointed. “That’s the bathroom.” He pointed again. “That’s the closet, and that’s the bar and refrigerator.”
“One bed? I thought a suite was more than one bedroom. I mean, in the movies, that’s what it is.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve never stayed in one before but I thought the same.” He eyeballed the couch. “It doesn't matter. I’ll stay out here on the couch.”
“You won’t. You’re paying for the room. I’ll stay on the couch.”
“Are you kidding me? I am not letting a pregnant woman sleep on the couch. Can you just hear what my mother would say?”
“I can. But I’m smaller, it would be more comfortable for me. And you’re using your points.”
“I’ll call down, see if I can’t get a rollaway bed. It shouldn’t be a problem.” He picked up the phone, but before he dialed, he pointed to the bedroom door. “You’ll have more privacy in there. Take it, and don't argue.”
She hesitated. “I’m just going to go in there to change.”
“That’s fine.” Once he got her in there, he was pretty sure he could talk her into staying. And he knew she was in a hurry to get down to the water. He dialed the front desk as she closed the door behind her.
Chapter Thirteen
LACEY WAS SHAKING ASshe set her bag on the end of the bed and unzipped it. She didn't think she had anything suitable for going down to the pool. She hadn’t anticipated swimming when she packed. She had anticipated sightseeing, and maybe a barbecue, and nights in Jesse’s arms, because he’d be just so glad to see her.
She felt hurt, and embarrassed, but she couldn't put her finger on why she wasn't devastated by his rejection.
Okay, maybe because he’d rejected her before this, though not in such a dramatic fashion. Maybe because she’d accepted this.
Maybe because she’d been more excited about the actual trip than about seeing Jesse. He made her nervous, and that also should have been a red flag. She was always worried about saying or doing the wrong thing around him.
Beck made her nervous, too, but in a different way. She felt much more relaxed around him, more like she could be herself.
Not quit relaxed enough that she could cry in front of him, though, and she really just wanted to sit down and have a good cry. Was that too much to ask? She just couldn't release the tension building up in her.
She pulled out a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt that should be okay with a bra underneath. She just wanted to cool off in the water downstairs.
She changed, and zipped up her bag, carrying it back into the living room because she didn't want to claim the bedroom, despite Beck’s insistence. She just didn't think it was fair.
“They’re sending up an extra bed,” he told her when she set her bag on the end of the couch. “You ready to go down?”
