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Of course, when I call, the voicemail makes it clear it’s her office phone. I don’t bother to leave a message.
“Could just call the main Brumehill number and talk to the receptionist. Maybe they’ll have some idea who to transfer you to,” Tuck suggests.
“Good idea,” I begrudgingly say. “By the way, why are you still here?”
“Roommates don’t abandon each other in their time of need.” He’s grinning from ear to ear.
“We are not roommates.”
He chuckles. “Why don’t you go ahead and make that call and find out whether or not that’s the case?”
About half an hour later I’ve talked to almost a dozen people, and apparently not a single person responsible for any aspect of booking accommodations for this event can be reached today.
Boy, someone thought this through, didn’t they?
Finally, I end the call, defeated.
I’ve been studiously avoiding glancing at Tuck for the duration of the frustrating phone call. When I finally do, that wide grin is still carved all the way across his face.
“We’re roommates, aren’t we?” he asks with glee.
With a resigned sigh, I push myself to my feet. “Whatever. Let’s go.”
“Room four-one-nine,” Tuck says in a singsong voice as he walks by my side to the elevators. “That’s a lucky number, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so.”
Right as the elevator dings and the doors slide open for us, he says, “Is now.”
21
OLIVIA
“Icall the bed closest to the window!” Tuck exclaims as we walk down the narrow hallway on our floor.
“Fine,” I grumble.
“Unless it’s smaller. If the beds are different sizes, I call the bigger bed.”
“You got it.”
“Unless the bigger bed is harder. If one mattress is more comfortable than the other, I?—”
“Tuck!” I snap at him.
He stops in his tracks, turning his crooked grin on me. “Yes, roomie?”
“Please stop.”
He chuckles, and there’s just a hint of sympathy in the tone. “Relax, Olivia. You can have whatever bed you want. I know this is unexpected, but it won’t be so bad. We were able to share a tutoring room together, and that went just fine, didn’t it?”
My core clenches as I remember another enclosed space we shared: that dark hallway at Starlite. Pinpricks of arousal buzz all over me. It feels like someone just cranked the heat up to the max setting.
Tuck inserts the keycard into our door and pushes it open.
We step inside. Take a couple steps down the brief entryway, past the bathroom.
My breath catches in my chest.
