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stomach twisted tight. “One room?”
“Yes,” the woman said slowly. “Is that okay?”
Tanner looked at her sideways. “We were hoping for two. She’s my sister,” he said, by way of explanation.
And that made Chloe’s stomach get even tighter. Because she was not his sister. And step was a one-syllable word. Stepsister was not much harder to say.
It was so strange and twisted and utterly messed up, because if the circumstances were any different she would probably like that he didn’t take pains to make it clear the two of them weren’t related. That he seemed to accept her with such ease.
Except she didn’t think of him as a brother, and she never had. And so it made her feel distant, because it didn’t allow her the kind of closeness that she wanted.
“Sorry,” the woman said. “It’s all I have. We are slammed, and this place isn’t that big.”
“Yeah,” Tanner said, looking around. “I get that.”
It was rustic, with a big living area, a massive fireplace that was currently roaring, and rocking chairs placed all around. There was a station for coffee and hot chocolate, and for all that it was rustic, it was also incredibly homey.
“We’ll take the room,” Chloe said.
Tanner looked over at her. “It’s not like you’re going to go out and sleep in your truck,” she said.
“Fair enough.”
He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, offering the woman his credit card.
“You don’t have to pay,” Chloe said.
“I’ll tell you what,” Tanner said. “You can buy me a coffee.”
She rolled her eyes. “A coffee is not going to cover the cost of the hotel room.”
“Don’t worry about it, Chloe,” he said. “I know where you live. I’m going to go grab our bags.” He left his credit card on the counter and walked back outside. Chloe watched him go, her body jangling with nerves.
“He’s your brother?” the woman questioned.
“Stepbrother,” she said absently.
“Oh,” she said, as if that made much more sense. Chloe truly didn’t want to inquire as to why.
Tanner returned a few moments later, and at that point they were checked in and ready to go. The woman handed them a metal key with a big round piece of wood attached to it. It had etching on it, identifying it as a key for room 15 at Granite Ridge Lodge.
Chloe swallowed hard, and determined that she wasn’t going to allow the weirdness in her to be spread around.
“Which way do we go?” Chloe asked.
“Up the stairs,” the woman said. “First door on the left.”
Chloe nodded affirmatively, and she and Tanner walked toward the sweeping wooden staircase that would take them to their room.
When they reached the top of the stairs, they headed down the hall, pausing at the door, and Chloe stopped, her eyes lingering on the view of the lodge over the top of the railing, and the coyote hide that was draped over the log posts.
She heard the lock click, and something in her body went tight. She didn’t know why she was reacting like this. Like it was anything other than normal.
They shared the same house all the time. There would be nothing significantly different about sharing a room for a couple of hours.
Tanner pushed the door open and the two of them walked in and then Chloe stopped cold.
The furniture was made from natural wood, large pieces of trees that seemed to be twisted into shapes. But the largest, heaviest-looking piece of furniture was the massive bed that dominated the room.
The only bed.
Chloe looked over at Tanner, and for just one moment she was certain that she saw heat blazing in his eyes.
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