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“I’m sorry,” the woman said. “You won’t be able to disembark in that case, but you’ll still be fine onboard.” She turned back to the computer then narrowed her eyes. “What is your cabin number, sir?” Weston repeated it and her brow furrowed. “Did I already ask you that?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh… I must have saved it already…” She shook her head, then tapped a few keys loudly and a small printer on the counter next to me began to whoosh. A moment later, my new ID card popped out.
“Thank you,” I said as she handed it to me. “And thankyou,” I added to Weston once we were heading down the stairs to our room. “I really appreciate this.”
“It’s really no problem. Oh hey…” He slowed and pointed. “There’s a gift shop and it looks like they have some of the essentials.”
“Good, I don’t have anything but the clothes on my back.”
“Me neither. I guess you could say we’re in the same boat.” He paused and grinned at me as I laughed at the joke.
Chapter Four
Weston
Inside the cabin there was one huge bed, which I was grateful to see was more than big enough for two people; we'd be able to share with plenty of room to spare between us. There was a small table and chairs, but not much else. I crossed the room and drew aside the curtain to let some light in. To my surprise and delight, there was a balcony!
“This is wonderful,” Shea said, following me out onto it. I heard a note of relief in his voice and wondered if he was hoping to hide out on the balcony to avoid the alpha he'd gone on the bad date with. It would also give us a way to escape each other in the tight quarters. Although since my date wasn't here at all, I supposed I had the freedom to roam around the ship.
For the next week.
I rolled my eyes at my sister’s expense; it was just like her to skim over information and miss the somewhat critical part. I was honestly surprised she had managed to pull off the logistics of the pie thing. Then again, I realized, maybe she hadn't. Maybe she managed to mix up those directions as well and the reason my date hadn't arrived was because he had never gotten the pie in the first place.
Half the reason my sister's ridiculous schemes to set me up with some omega never worked wasn't because the omega and I weren't compatible, but because she often never managed to get thing off the ground in the first place.
I chuckled and Shea turned to me.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “Just laughing about our misfortune and planning on murdering my sister.”
“Yeah,” he agreed with a laugh. “I'm going to have to have words with my brother.”
We shared a grin, then he retreated from the balcony and looked around the room. There was a pile of paper fanned out on the bed and he picked one up and he took one off and examined it.
“Looks like it’s a bunch of stuff we can sign up to do on Mackinac. Hang on, we can get off!” he gasped.
“Yeah?” I said, not sure what he meant.
“What if we don’t have to get back on?” Shea continued. “We could get off tomorrow, take a ferry from Mackinac to the mainland, get a ride and go home.”
“Brilliant,” I agreed in relief. We weren’t stuck here.
“We should probably make sure we’re allowed…” he said slowly.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “They probably don’t expect people to just leave. Want to go check?”
“Sure.”
Once again, we headed up to the information desk and found the same woman working.
“Hello again,” she said cheerfully. “Need something else? Is the cabin alright?”
I started to answer but Shea beat me to it.
“It’s great,” Shea said. “We were just wondering if um… You know, say something came up back home. Could we get off the ship and just… leave? Go home and not come back?”
