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“And that is a good thing, right?”
    She smiled back at him and
nodded, then looked out the window, once again dreading the
possibility of being in Chicago. It worked alright, but with that
many people how long would she be able to work?

Chapter Four

    After they finished eating, Grant
asked the waitress if she knew of a nearby hotel. She gave them
directions and they rode in silence. Pulling into the parking lot,
Grant glanced at Clear. “You want to come in, or wait
here”
    Clear shook her head. “I’ll just wait
right here, if that’s ok?”
    Grant nodded. “Be right
back.”
    Clear watched him walking in and
couldn’t help but notice how the light reflected off his soft
curls. He walked up to the counter and there was an exchange with
the clerk. He glanced out the window at Clear and then held his
hand up to the clerk in the traditionally understood, just a minute
sign. He jogged out and Clear quickly rolled down the
window.
    “ Uh… they only have one
room left.”
    Clear swallowed. “Um… no
problem.”
    Grant raised his eyebrows. “If you’re
sure? We could try the next place.”
    “ You aren’t gonna make it
too much further. It’s no big deal.” She nodded trying to look more
confident and unconcerned than she felt. ‘ One room? Crap! ’
    Grant jogged back in to get the room
and Clear took deep breaths. It wouldn’t be too bad, she told
herself. It wasn’t like they would be sharing a bed. There would be
a bathroom to change in. She had pajamas. No biggie. As long as he
had pajamas. Unbidden, images of his strong arms reflecting in the
soft glow from the light let in by the shades came to her mind.
God, she hoped he had pajamas!
    She jumped out of the truck and
started grabbing her bags, ready to get this over with. She could
stand it one night. She had to. This wouldn’t be a problem in
Chicago, so one night was no big deal. She could do
this.
    Grant walked out of the hotel lobby
and glanced at her in surprise. “Uh.. did you want a hand with
that? You don’t have to bring it all, you know,” he smiled
lightly.
    Clear could feel herself blushing and
hoped that he couldn’t see it in the dark. “I.. well, I didn’t have
a lot of time to pack and I’m not really sure what is in which bag.
Stupid really, but I can carry it. Thanks.” She pulled back as he
reached for one of her bags.
    “ Oh.. ok.” He leaned in
the trunk and grabbed his own bag then headed for their room. Clear
followed as quickly as she could, wishing she had taken more time
to pack more carefully. She had felt such an urgent need to go
before she chickened out, though.
    Grant unlocked the door to their room
and pushed it open. Clear trundled through and dropped her bags in
a huff then looked up. There was only one bed.
    “ Oh.” she gasped, looking
around. There was one bed and a high-back, soft chair. A small
table was off to the side and an old television dominated the wall
in front of the bed. “Um…” She didn’t know what to say. She glanced
at Grant quickly and registered the surprise on his face as well.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she announced, giving herself some
time to think. She grabbed the bag that she was pretty sure had her
pajamas and toothpaste in them and lumbered into the only other
doorway, praying it was the bathroom. She closed the door tight and
slumped to the floor, rummaging through her bag to see what she had
with her. How were they going to do this? There was no way she was
crawling into bed with him again!
    She pulled her clothes out of the bag
and changed into pajama pants and a tank, then threw her hoodie on
over it. Stalling for time, she pulled her toothbrush and
toothpaste out and began to brush. Rinsing, she still had no idea
what to do, but figured she couldn’t stall any longer. She shoved
her belongings back into the bag and took two deep breaths before
pulling the door open.
    “ Sorry I took so long…”
She looked around the room for Grant and then saw him on