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luxurious room with a king sized bed. It was amazing. I flopped on the bed and giggled. It was soooo perfect.
    “This room is amazing. Did you know?” I asked her with narrowed eyes.
    Shrugging, she said, “Yeah. He didn’t want me to be alone. He felt badly about hogging you during the cruise, so he reserved the Penthouse for us because it has two bedrooms. I swear, you lucky bitch, that I will kick your ass if you mess this up! I would reconsider my stance on sausage for someone like him.”
    With that, she turned on her heels and walked out of the room. I was left to lie on the bed and ponder all she had said. She was right, of course. He was incredible. How I had happened upon a man like BE was a sign or fate or sheer dumb luck. Regardless, I knew I was lucky.
    There was a knock and the sound of the door opening. I shot off the bed, wondering who could be here. For all I knew, it was room service and BE had sent more wine or a snack. Instead, Jolie and I were greeted by the bellhop. He had more luggage.
    “Oh, there must be some mistake,” I said. “We have all our luggage already.”
    Laughing, Jolie pushed me aside. “That goes in the master,” she said confidently. Then she shook her head at me as he passed.
    “Wait!” I shrieked. “Is that…oh my god! He’s here!”
    Rushing from the room, I stepped out into the hall. The door closed behind me. Crap. I could knock and have Jolie let me in since I had no phone, no key card, no purse. It was pretty much just me. Ah, but if I rushed downstairs to the gondolas, it could be just me and BE!
    So, I hit the button on the elevator. I was close to thirty minutes early. It didn’t matter. We were spontaneous. He would be thrilled to see me early. He would probably even forgive me for only wearing a sundress and lip gloss. He had seen me wear less…makeup and clothes.
    I exited the elevator in the lobby and made my way to the gondolas. There were tons of people around, everywhere. They were shopping and eating. They were sightseeing and buying tickets. There were crowds just getting in my way. I had to keep excusing myself. I had to keep pressing forward and darting around.
    Finally, I was at the gondolas. I looked about, imagining that he would be here…right here…right now. His luggage was upstairs, after all. So, I glanced about. I could pick him out of any crowd. I was dying to make contact with those gorgeous blue eyes once more.
    I watched. I waited. Minutes went by. Lots of them. Still…no BE. I sat on a bench. I watched some more. I swear I thought I was going to get whiplash my head was turning about so frequently and with such fervor. After time, I stopped watching. I stopped jumping every time that I heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
    One thought occurred to me. What if he was waiting for me up in the room? What if we missed each other? A flicker of hope helped me from the bench and had me rushing to guest services. I needed a phone.
    The gentleman behind the desk was really nice. He pointed me toward the bank of courtesy phones without making me explain that I was an idiot who managed to lock herself out of her room without a key or phone. Maybe in Vegas it happens all the time.
    I turned so that I was facing away from the entrance and toward the elevators so I wouldn’t miss him again. The phone had just started ringing when there was a kiss on my neck.
    “Hey,” I said, whipping around and wondering what strange man would have the audacity to start kissing some woman he didn’t even know. The phone was still in my hand when I realized it was BE.
    “Who are you calling?” He asked, a playful look in his beautiful blue bedroom eyes.
    “Jolie,” I said breathlessly. “I was looking for you.”
    He took the phone from my hand and hung it up. “Well, that seems superfluous now,” he teased as he took a step back. I didn’t mind. It gave me the room I needed.
    Rushing into his arms, I nearly toppled him over. He laughed as he