Free The Lies That Save Us (The Broken Heart Series) by JL Redington Page B

no, just one this weekend, but we fill up pretty fast.  It’s the LDS Church General Conference.  On these weekends we fill up months in advance and rarely have anything available until Monday night.  But, I do have one suite with two bedrooms if that would work for you.  I’m sorry I don’t have anything smaller at this time.”
    Cayman booked the room and they headed to the top floor.  It was an amazing view from the windows set around the outside of the room.  Mountains surrounded them with soft rolling sides and craggy tops.  They had very few trees, these mountains, but they were green and huge.  The gentle contours of the mountainside were somehow relaxing, comforting.  Alexa had to ask herself how a mountainside could be comforting, but it felt true. 
    The room was amazing.  Very elegant, each room had its own bathroom with a central lounging area.  Alexa was impressed, though she looked a little sad.
    “What’s with the sad face?” joked Cayman.
    “Oh, nothing,” she lied, “it’s nothing.”
    He crossed to where she stood and put his good arm around her waist and pulled her to him. 
    “I’m assuming it’s still okay if I do this?” he said with a smile. 
    She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder.
    “So…why the sad face, then?”
    She sighed and pulled away from him, walking to the window and looking out to those beautiful mountains.
    “It’s just…” she began, “I’d always thought this was the type of room I’d have on my honeymoon.  Instead, I was home, alone.  More alone than I’d ever felt in my life.  Just seeing this room brings all that back to me.  I’d thought I was finally past it all.”
    Cayman came up behind her and gently turned her to him.
    “I’m sorry, Alexa.  I didn’t think about that.”  He lifted her chin and kissed her softly.  His hands moved to the small of her back and he pulled her into a kiss.  She melted at his touch, her mouth hungrily accepted his offering.  She could feel the muscles in his back, strong and firm.  The kisses became more passionate, more heated and he lifted her with his good arm and carried her to the bed.  She had both arms around his neck, the heat inside her made roiling and burning.  Their lips never parted as he laid her gently down and then moved in beside her.  She pulled him to her, wanting him, needing him, her body burning with a fire she’d thought had long died. 
    There was a knock at the door and everything stopped. 
    Cayman jumped to his feet and motioned for Alexa to go to the bathroom as he pulled his gun from the back of his jeans.  She smirked at him and pulled her own gun from her backpack.  He called to the door.
    “Who is it?”
    “Room service, sir,” came the reply.
    “Sorry, wrong room,” said Cayman.  “I didn’t order room service.”
    “It comes with the price of the room, sir.”
    “Hang on, I’ll be right with you.”
    Cayman quickly dialed the front desk.
    “This is room 783,” he said softly, “have you sent room service up to my door?”
    “Yes sir, we did,” came the perky reply.  “You have a complimentary fruit basket included in the price of the room.  The employee’s name is Anthony and he should be at your door now.”
    “Thanks.”  Cayman hung up the phone.  “Would have been nice to know when I paid for the room.”
    They both put their guns away and Cayman opened the door.  It was a beautiful basket, and the employee set it on the table and waited.
    Cayman handed him a ten dollar bill and he smiled.
    “Thank you sir,” he said as he exited the room, shutting the door behind him.
    “Hmmm,” he said, inspecting the basket, “A complimentary, ten dollar fruit basket.  Really.  I sure had other things in mind.” He said flatly.
    Alexa had already gone into her room.  She shut the door behind her, breathing hard, trying to calm the fire that still burned inside her.  She couldn’t go out there now, she couldn’t let this happen,