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Tina nods. “Yes, that’s what I was getting at.”

“There’s not even a full-sized couch.” Nila gestures to the small loveseat and recliner.

“Mhm.” Tina bobs her head again. “Again, that’s what I was trying to say. I can look into finding another option for you, or a blow-up mattress, but I can’t make any promises. So you may have to get creative ... or close.” Her eyes dart to me and I do my best poker face.

But internally, I am wrecked.

The thought of sleeping in the same bed as Nila is a head spin, but I can’t let anyone know that.

“Anyway”—Tina seems to like that word—“I’ll go finish getting your luggage and let the two of you get settled in for the evening. We’ll see you bright and early for the group breakfast in the morning.”

“Are we required to attend?” I blurt out, hating the idea of being stuck with a bunch of angry, unstable guests.

“Um, no,” Tina answers. “But the camaraderie we provide is part of the experience, and a lot of our guests enjoy the company. But, then again”—her eyes bounce to Nila—“you already have company.”

I scratch my forehead as Nila blinks, both of us staying quiet. We watch as Tina hums a tune to herself before slipping out of the cabin and going to get the rest of our luggage.

“This is weird,” Nila comments as soon as the rest of the bags are dropped off in the entryway and the door closes.

I glance over at her. “I think that might be an understatement.”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she says blankly.

“Wow, that’s a strong assumption.”

She cocks a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m a gentleman, obviously. I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“Okay.” Nila sighs as she follows me into the bedroom. I take in the full-sized bed. There’s not even enough room to keep from touching each other.

I guess a pillow wall won’t do the trick.

“I don’t think she believed us that we’re not ... ya know.” I look over at her, noticing the crimson hue on her cheeks.

“Yeah...”

Nodding, I open the bathroom door and peek in. I’m surprised by what I see. What the bed lacks in size, the bathtub makes up for.

Floor or bathtub?

The choice of where I’m sleeping is a tough one.

“This is a nightmare.” Nila groans, running her hands over her face.

“Wow, good to know that’s how you feel about me. I’m sure it could be a lot worse.”

She makes a face. “Yeah, I guess we’ll see.”

Chapter Thirteen

Nila

The sound of snoring rouses me from my sleep. I turn over, reaching for my phone. Ugh … my alarm is going to go off in less than ten minutes.

Might as well just get up.

I peek down at the floor, but Cameron isn’t there.

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