Page 42 of Forever my Love

She almost told him that the only reason she had a copy of her birth certificate was that Harper had requested copies so she could get her GED. She didn’t even have a passport.

She shook her head. “Nope. Someday I hope to go. I’ve always wanted to see to see the Coliseum.”

“Maybe we can go together,” he said as the elevator doors slid open.

The door to their room was open and while Reece talked to the man who had carried up their bags, she stepped inside and held in a gasp.

There had to be some mistake. This wasn’t a hotel room. It was a full-blown apartment.

A massive two-story gold staircase in the shape of a twisted S sat in the middle of a huge space. A wall of windows looked out over the city, and a comfortable-looking L-shaped beige sofa, two blue chairs, and a large glass coffee table sat off to one side. On the other was a dining room complete with a table that could sit a dozen guests.

“Well?” Reece said, moving over to wrap his arms around her.

She was standing by the windows, looking out at the view far below them.

“I know I’ve said this before, but wow.” She turned in his arms and hugged him. “Does your agent always treat you this well?”

He chuckled. “Nope, only when I’m headlining. Shall we take a look at the rest of this place?” He motioned towards the stairs.

She laughed and they held hands while they explored the two-bedroom suite.

Downstairs was a full kitchen, dining and living rooms, and a powder room that was easily double the size of the bathroom Nick and Harper had just remodeled in the cabin.

Up the golden staircase were two main bedrooms, each with their very own massive bathroom. Each one had a circular jetted bathtub in the middle and a glass shower that could fit an entire football team in it. The bedrooms were gorgeous and slick in design with modern furniture and neutral colors.

It was more than she could have ever dreamed up.

“What do you want to do first?” he asked after moving their luggage up to the bedroom they’d chosen to sleep in. “We still have a few hours before our dinner reservation.”

“Shopping,” she suggested. “I saw some stores in the lobby area, and I’d like to see about getting a dress for tonight.” She took his hand and pulled him towards the stairs.

He laughed and followed her out. They walked back out to the elevators.

He was a really good sport as she tried on several dresses in the shop in the lobby area.

Finally, she settled on a gold-sequined spaghetti-strap dress that went with the gold heels she’d packed for their dinner. She found a little clutch bag that went with it and ended up spending far more than she’d intended.

“I have a confession,” she said as headed back to their room almost two hours later. “I love clothes.”

He laughed. “I figured as much. My sister used to drag me to the mall in Edgeview all the time.”

“You were a really good sport about it. All those stereotypes of men hating shopping.” She waved her hand. “I don’t believe them.”

“Oh, it’s true. My father would rather have needles poked in his eyes than to go shopping with my mom and sister.” Reece laughed.

They both stopped dead in their tracks when they noticed the huge poster by the entrance to the casino area.

There, in full color, was a huge picture of Reece, shirtless, in boxing gloves and shorts, facing another man who was looking angrily at Reece. Reece had a face of determination rather than anger. The banner had the details of the next night’s fight and boasted that tickets were sold out already.

“What in the…” She rushed over and stood in front of it. Then turned to him as he moved to stand beside her. “Wow, that’s the man you’re fighting?” She pointed to the angry-looking man.

“Yup, Robert Carrigan Jr.” He wrapped an arm around her. “His father was a legend in the boxing ring.”

“He’s massive.” She frowned at the image of the larger man.

“No, the poster only makes him look bigger than me since I’m the nobody.” He tilted his head. “Actually, I’m about a foot taller than he is. He has muscle on me, though. That’s the reason I’ve been bulking up the last month.”

“You’re going to be okay, though, right?” she asked, glancing at him. “You’d tell me if you were scared.”