Page 21 of Wright Together

Fuuuck. I screeched that image to a halt. She was saying something else. I needed to be in the moment.

“What?”

She arched an eyebrow. “At least let me get you some quality boots. Not the stupid fake leather ones they sell all over the place.”

“Where am I wearing cowboy boots?”

She blinked like she’d never considered this question. “Everywhere?”

“I’m not wearing cowboy boots in Lubbock.”

“We have rodeos in Lubbock, too.”

I slid my gaze to her. “I’m not going to a rodeo in Lubbock either.”

“Fine. They’re better in Midland anyway.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

I stepped up to the counter, passing over my ID and company credit card. “Two rooms under Whitton Wright.”

“Yes, sir,” the man said as he typed away on his computer. “You here for the rodeo?”

“Does he look like he’s here for the rodeo?” Eve asked with a laugh.

The man glanced up and then joined in with her. “No, I suppose not.” He passed back my ID. “Okay. Here we are. Whitton Wright, one room, checking out tomorrow.”

“Wait, I have two rooms,” I said.

“Sorry. It does look like we only have one room under that name. Could it be under another name?”

Eve bit her lip. “You did make the reservation, right?”

“My assistant made the reservation,” I told her in dismay.

Had he screwed it up and only gottenmea room? I was sure that I’d told him that Eve would need her own room. Fuck, this was why I handled everything myself.

We tried Eve’s name, but nothing came up.

I sighed heavily. “Fine. I’ll take another room then. Whatever you have.”

The man winced. “Sorry. With the rodeo in town, we’re all booked up.”

“The whole town will be booked,” Eve said.

He nodded. “I’m surprised y’all were able to get one reservation as it is,” he admitted. “We’re usually booked up months in advance.”

I clenched my hand into a fist. What the fuck were we going to do? We couldn’t reschedule. Our meeting was in an hour. It would be a shitty thing to do at this point. I couldn’t do anything to jeopardize this deal.

“Is it at least a room with two beds?” I growled in frustration.

“Well, no. There’s only one bed.” At my irritated expression, he added quickly, “But the room does have a couch in it. It’s not a pullout, but it would be comfortable for one night.”

“That’s fine.” Eve spoke up. “I can sleep on a couch.”

“No, this is unacceptable.”

She elbowed me. “We need this job. Just take the room, Whitt. What’s the worst that could happen?”