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“How much is the cabin?” I ask, not looking at the menu I’m now holding.
“It’s just $627 a night with tax.”
“Just?”
“It’s our best cabin,” She defends.
For over six hundred dollars, it better be.
Roman takes the paper from me. “We’ll take the chicken and vegetable kabobs for dinner and the omelet breakfast for two,” he tells her.
“Roman, I can’t afford six hundred dollars for one night,” I whisper, glancing at the woman out of the corner of my eye as my cheeks burn.
“I’ve got it.”
“Roman.”
“Elora.” His hand comes up to the side of my neck. “It’s fine. We need a place to sleep. We can call around tomorrow and see if somewhere else is available.”
“Okay,” I give in, and he squeezes my neck before he drops his hand and takes out his credit card, passing it over.
When she’s done checking us in and has given us the key, she disappears into the back of the office and comes out a few minutes later with a large paper bag, passing it over to Roman.
“You two are all set. Have a wonderful night.”
“Thanks.” I force a smile and follow Roman back to my van.
It takes us a few minutes to find the secluded cabin by a small lake surrounded by trees. As Roman parks, all I can think about is how beautiful it is. The location is stunning, especially with the sky overhead, now a mixture of pinks and purples reflecting off the small body of water.
Roman gets out before me, but I’ve only just gotten my door open by the time he gets around to my side since I’m still staring in awe at our view for the night. The two of us walk up the four steps to the front porch, and I take the key from him since his hands are full. As soon as I push inside, I fight the urge to laugh. It looks like Cupid puked on every single surface. Hearts are everywhere, from the curtains to the rug on the floor. Even the hot tub sitting almost in the middle of the room is red and shaped like a heart.
“I guess I understand now why they call this the honeymoon cabin,” Roman mutters, going to the kitchen and placing the bag on the counter.
I go to the TV, grab the remote stuck to the side, and turn it on. The moment I do, the sounds of people having sex fills the room. It’s so loud I’m sure it could be heard from miles away. Panicked, I try to change the channel, but all that comes on is a different porno, this one raunchier than the last. Seriously.
“Let me see!” Roman shouts, and I toss him the remote like it’s on fire.
He points it toward the TV, and the sound cuts off, but my heart still pounds frantically.
“Oh my God.” I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the TV in horror. “What was that?”
“Porn.”
“Thanks.” I laugh and fall to my back, my eyes widening when I see the mirrors on the ceiling.
“They really went all out with this place.” I meet Roman’s gaze in the mirror and start to giggle uncontrollably. “Come on.” He chuckles, stepping toward the bed, grabbing my hand, and pulling me up. “Let’s figure out how to cook dinner. I’m starving.”
“I think I saw a grill on the front porch. We should use it.”
“How do you do that?” he asks, and I give him a double take.
“Are you serious?”
“I live in Manhattan.” His face says “duh” without having to verbalize anything.
Of course. I don’t know much about living in Manhattan, but I imagine outdoor space is probably limited, so a barbecue is a luxury most people don’t have at their disposal. I walk out the front door, and he follows me over to the grill. When I open the lid, I find it’s actually propane, so I turn it on to let it heat.
“It’s beautiful out here.” I step to the edge of the porch and rest my weight against the railing.
