Undercover Lovers

“Absolutely,” Tori agreed. Her eyes caught his, and he imagined a deer caught in the headlights. He knew exactly what she was thinking, because he was thinking the exact same thing.

The room might be perfect for real newlyweds, but for them, it was anything but.

Because the room lacked one very important essential.

The room had no couch.

4

AS THE KID closed the door to leave them alone, Tori fought the ridiculous urge to run after him and invite him in for a quick game of cards. Or better yet, Monopoly. Something that would take all night so she wouldn’t have to deal with being alone in a room with Carter. And not just any room. No, they had to be trapped together in the most romantic room Tori had ever laid eyes on.

Not that she had a lot to compare the room to—her experience tended toward accommodations with gray metal cots and really stiff sheets—but in a room like this…Well, even she might be convinced to wear something pink and flowing.

Scary. Very, very scary.

Fortunately, Carter looked as disconcerted as she felt.

“At least there’s a down comforter,” Tori said. “That should pad the floor enough for you.”

“For me?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth inside her closed mouth. She’d never been one to worry about chivalrous niceties. In fact, she considered the tendency of men to insist women depart an elevator first to be the height of annoyance. Half the time they had briefcases and bags and ended up creating an obstacle course when they could easily just get out of her way.

Which meant that now was not the time for her to start acting like some demure little female. If he wanted the bed, he could have the bed.