Fallon
I should’ve seen this coming.
The second my mom handed out the room keys with that too-bright smile, I knew something was up. And when she passed me one key — just one — I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach.
“Wait,” I said slowly, holding the single key between my fingers. “One?”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Fallon.” My mom waved a hand like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re married. You don’t need separate rooms.”
I blinked. My brain short-circuited. I looked down at the key like it had personally betrayed me.
When I finally managed to find my voice, it was strained. “Mom —”
But before I could get another word out, Reid swooped in like the traitor he was.
“Of course,” he said smoothly, sliding the key out of my hand with that practiced charm that fooled ever
