Serissa
We arrived at the hotel, tired, sore, and in dire need of a shower and bed. In that order. Donovan led the way to the check-in desk and I followed dutifully behind, dragging my suitcase like a dead body behind me.
“Donovan Rush and Serissa Carter,” he said to the young woman sitting at the desk. “We have adjoining rooms booked.”
“Of course, sir!” she chirped, far too perky after the day we’d just had. As she typed into the computer, her smile faltered, just a little, but it was enough to make me groan internally. What else could possibly go wrong today? “I’m sorry, sir, but that’s not the booking I have for you.”
“What?” Donovan practically growled, making the girl flinch. “Those rooms were booked weeks ago!”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she repeated in a meek voice. “I have you book
