Chapter 17

He walked up to the desk and leaned on the counter. “I know you, I’m sure of it. Where’d you go to school?”

“Small town.” I changed topics. “What can I help you with, sir?”

Wheeler studied me for a few seconds, and I stared back at him, my skin feeling hot and tight. Eventually he said, “I wanted to know if I could extend my stay a week. I’m checking out business opportunities around here, and I like what I see.” There was a hint of innuendo in the way he said that,but I let it go, since there was no way he could be gay. He’d screwed females in high school, after all.

Wouldn’t that be just lovely, having Wheeler around all the time? I hoped his search would be a bust. None of those thoughts showed on my face as I searched the system for availability. Damn it, I had an opening. I could lie, but I needed the business.

“You’re in luck,” I said with false cheer. “I’ll extend your reservation through next Sunday, if that works for you, with the appropriate fees, of course.”