The Wedding Contract

Chapter 4





Deegan is right. My room isn’t ready until I say I am happy to wait and walk over to the little white couch. At that point, Spawny magically appears, room key in hand, and tosses my ass out of the lobby.

Deegan walks me to my room, helping me carry my bags and gear. After unlocking the door and tossing everything on the bed, he smiles at me. “Later, I will buy you a drink—or five—to make up for this.”

His attention feels nice. Life has been too crazy to flirt with anyone in a long time. I smile crookedly. “I was the idiot who knocked your table over.”

“I know, which is why it’s horrible that I am still pristine and you are not.” He winks at me and leaves before I can blush.

What a horrible how-we-met story. Mom, this is Deegan. I grabbed his package at the sidewalk bistro down the street. It was good for both of us, until the food fell on my face. Oh, God. In a split-second decision, I grab the doorknob and yank it open. “Deegan?” I poke my head out and see him waiting for the elevator.

He looks back at me. “Did you forget something?”

“Yeah, can we not tell anyone how we met?”

He smiles. “Ah, your mother doesn’t know she’s a Sith Lord?”

“Uh, she’s evil incarnate, but no—not that. I mean, let’s just say we met at check-in and leave everything else out.” Meaning I’d rather not recap the fact that I’ve felt him up, uh, down in his nether regions.

He grins wickedly, but nods. “Of course. I’ll see you later.” He disappears into the elevator and I slip back into my room.