We pulled into the Waldorf Astoria in the Buckhead area of Atlanta. A valet opened our doors when we parked.
Elara turned and stared at me with wide eyes. “I thought we’d be staying somewhere like a Holiday Inn or something.”
“Not for our first real date. I wanted to spoil you,” I said.
The valet took our bags while we walked inside to check in.
Elara pulled lightly on my sleeve. “Can you really afford this place? It looks really expensive.”
That immediately brought back the frustrating thoughts about all the money I had spent to keep the pack going.
“I’m not broke, Elara,” I said sharply.
She frowned. “You don’t need to act like a jerk about it. I was only asking. I just don’t want you spending too much money to impress me or something. I’ve never cared about money, and that hasn’t
