Page 9 of Key Lime Kisses
“Absolutely. Although, this was supposed to be a date… so there might only be one bed…”
“I’ve shared with my brother,” I said. “As long as you don’t mind… it’s better than being with that alpha.”
“Good point. I’ve shared with my sister.”
“Are you sure it’s alright? I don’t want to impose.”
He smiled at me. “I’m not going to let you share with that jerk or leave you on your own. Besides, you lost your ID card anyway. So, you’ll need a new one. Maybe we can get it changed to my room.”
“Good point. Let’s go find where to get a replacement.” I started off, then hesitated, realizing I was sort of bossing an alpha around. I turned sheepishly and started to apologize, but he grinned.
“Kind of a take-charge omega, aren’t you?” he asked. Unlike the jerk alpha from brunch, Weston sounded like he was teasing, not judging.
I shrugged awkwardly. “Sorry?”
“Don’t be, I like it. Let’s go.”
“You like it?” I echoed skeptically as I followed him.
“Yeah,” he said. An odd look passed over his face but he quickly shook it off. “My ex was very into strict alpha-omega roles and I wasn't a fan. He wanted me to makeallthe decisions. Which, ironically, was the one choice he made and stuck to. And god forbid I picked what he thought was the “wrong” one. He didn’t want to make any decisions, but he’d sure as hell let me hear about it if I didn’t do what he wanted.”
“Sounds like he and my brunch date would be a good fit,” I said.
Weston laughed. “Probably.”
We reached the info desk and I headed up. Just because I didn’t want Weston forced into a room with me, I asked if they had any available. The woman at the desk looked at me like I was crazy.
“I was originally staying with an alpha who turned out to be kind of a jerk,” I explained.
The woman smiled sympathetically and checked for me. “I'm afraid we don't have much left… unless you're willing to get one of our suites with a balcony.”
“How much?” I asked. A balcony sounded nice, not to mention it would be a great way to avoid my blind date while still enjoying the view.
“$11,599, plus tax,” she said.
“What?!” I yelped.
“It’s a seven-night, all-inclusive cruise,” she pointed out.
“Yeah. In that case, I just need a new ID card with his room number, please,” I said, pointing to Weston. “I’m afraid I lost my old one,” I added.
“Do you have another form of ID?”
I offered my drivers license. She took it and started to fiddle on the computer.
“What’s your cabin number?” she asked Weston. He told her and she started typing.
“Will we dock in the same place?” I asked her as she worked.
“Mm hmm.”
Weston had wandered to a tablet mounted on the wall, like the one I had used to check the map. “Hey, we stop off in different places?” he asked.
“Yes.” The receptionist paused and looked up, shooting him a look like she couldn’t imagine how he had possibly boarded a ship without knowing that. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine it either, yet here we were. “Mackinac Island, Georgia Bay, then we transit the Soo Locks, and then back.”
That actually sounded quite neat. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“Georgia Bay, Canada?” Weston asked in alarm. “I don’t have my passport!”
