"Yes, I understand it was non-refundable, but what about for acts of God, and…" Cameron heard Eliza utter, her voice riddled with frustration. "Yes, ma'am. I understand. Thank you."
He strode into the library and his gaze fixed on the delectable Eliza. She sat at the desk, the robe dwarfing her tiny body, making her seem smaller than she was, staring at the phone in resigned defeat. He wanted to cuddle her and had a primal urge to slay monsters for her at the same time.
"Problem?" he asked, distinctly aware of his little damsel.
"Yes. The McAllister Bed & Breakfast I booked did not hold my reservation. I had to check in by five, or call them by then to hold the reservation for the week. Because I didn't follow their guidelines, they gave my room to another person who was stranded by thi
