Page 35 of The Plus One

“Why did you call me baby.”

“That’s called acting.”

“And what I did was called acting.”

“No. What you did was called changing the damn script.”

Ace laughed. “Same shit.”

“It is not the same shit.” I wanted to stay irritated, but Markel’s face popped into my head. And I smiled. Ace caught it. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Nah. What?”

“He was mad.”

“He was surprised.”

“I know that man. He was mad.”

“And you like that?”

I started to say yes. But I didn’t. Not as much as I thought I would. “I thought I’d feel more.”

Ace looked at me. “More what?”

“Something. Seeing him with her.”

“And?”

I shrugged. “Nothing.”

And damn, that felt good. Ace slipped his hand into mine again. This time, nobody we needed to convince was around. I looked down at our hands but didn’t pull away. Check-in went smoothly until the woman behind the desk handed Ace two keycards. “Your oceanfront king suite is on the seventh floor. Enjoy your stay.”

King? I waited until we were away from the desk. “Ace.”

“What?”

“Did she say king?”

“Yeah.”

“As in one bed?”

“What other kind of king she supposed to mean?”

I stopped walking. “I requested two beds.”

Ace started laughing. “This ain’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“We need another room.”

“Kema, it’s a wedding block. They probably don’t have another room.”

“You don’t know that.”