Page 8 of Key Lime Kisses
Weston pulled out his and studied it. “Well, I definitely have a room… and it says we disembark Sunday at 8:30!”
“In like, eighthours?” I cried. That was hardly a brunch cruise!
“That’s what it…” Weston frowned. “No… 8:30 a.m… that doesn’t make… oh my god, this is dated a week from now!”
“What?!” I yelped.
“We’re disembarkingnextSunday!” he cried. “It wasn’t a brunch cruise, it’s a weeklong cruise thatstartedwith brunch!”
“How…” I groaned. Well, I knew howIhad made that mistake; the little card that came with the pie hadn’t been very detailed.
Grumbling under his breath, Weston pulled out his phone again. This time he fiddled with it for a moment, then held it up to his ear, eyes narrowed.
“Hey, how was the date?” I heard a chipper female voice say.
“Nevermind the date. I want to know why the hell you tricked me into going on a weeklong cruise!” Weston demanded.
There was a long silence.
“What?!” the voice, which I assumed belonged to his sister, cried.
“Well? Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“I didn’t know!”
Weston groaned. “You’re the one who arranged it!”
“I won it,” his sister said. “Let me find…” Weston sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. A moment later I heard her voice again. “Here, all it says is the cruise leaves Sundays at 10:30. Meals included. That’s it!”
“Meals plural?” I said.
Weston glanced at me, then narrowed his eyes. “Meals as in more than one?”
“Er… yes,” his sister said. “are you saying you’re stuck on a ship with your date for the next week?”
“No, worse. Or maybe better,” said Weston. “My date didn’t show.”
“Oh no!” his sister cried. “I can’t believe it!”
“Well, I can’t believe I’m trapped on a ship for a week.” He hung up the phone then threw up his hands helplessly. “I didn’t even take off work tomorrow!”
“Neither did I,” I said. I looked around and saw some of the people sitting on the deck had suitcases under their tables. Had I really assumed it was just brunch and I’d be able to get off?
“Well, at least I’m not the only one who had no clue,” Weston said at last.
“I didn’t even have information,” I laughed. “I won the cruise from…” I trailed off as the realization sank in. “Oh no.”
“What?”
“That asshole alpha booked this thing. I’m going to have to share a room with him!”
“Oh, hell no,” Weston said instantly. “No, you aren’t.”
“I don’t have a choice. Either I won’t have a room or… I mean, maybe I can try to book one?”
“If not, you can stay with me,” Weston said.
“Really?”
