Free Lost In Lies by Xavier Neal Page B

I’ve ever seen. I have no idea whether he’s opposed or for it. Aiden looks confused, Eiden looks nervous, Peter looks giddy, and Belle looks intrigued.
                  Taking a risk, something I’ll eventually need to learn to fear less, I toss my hands up, “Yes.”
                  “At 9?”
                  “At 9.”
                  Nick smiles brightly, tips his hat at me, and heads toward the door, “Follow me.”
                  Peter leans over toward Justin, “You know he’s full of it, right? You recognize your own moves, don’t you?”
                  Justin cocks a small grin and whispers back, “At least I pull through when I try to impress a female.”
                  “Bet he gets us kicked out in the first 30 seconds.”
                  “If that,” Justin fist bumps Peter.
                  Following Nick, bags in everyone’s hands, I hear Peter mumble, “That hat looks awfully familiar, Justin.”
                  “Shut it,” is his response.
                  “Shop at the same Hipsters ’R Us store, do ya?” Peter jokes once more before Belle hushes him with a quick tug of his shirt.
                  As we cross the beautiful black-and-yellow checker-patterned floor, I admire the items Justin listed for its five-star quality, knowing that the last time I saw a hotel this fancy was between moving from New York to California.
                  Nick approaches the desk, cockily leans on it with one elbow, and waits for the girl at the computer to stop typing before deciding to speak to her. The minute her hands leave the keyboard, he says, “Cheyenne, you’re wearing that sweater I got you last year for Christmas.”
                  “I am,” she gushes, pushing her long, blond hair out of her face and behind her ear.
                  “And I see yoga lessons three times a week are indeed working well for you.” He winks at her figure, which makes her giggle flirtatiously at him.
                  Justin grunts, and Peter responds in a whisper, “What? Jealous because you’re not the only guy in the world who can woo women without trying?”
                  Quickly, Justin mumbles back, “Would you like to be the only guy in the world who has successfully been punched in the face by me twice?”
                  “Stop it, Nick,” Cheyenne flips her hand toward him, oblivious to the bets going on away from the counter. “What can I do for you today?”
                  “Well, I have a problem,” he lets out a sigh.
                  Cheyenne pouts her lips in response, “Oh no.”
                  “She seems smart,” Belle’s whisper gives way to a snicker.
                  “See, this is my father’s hotel.” That small fact causes my shoulders to sink. He’s actually going to pull this off.
                  “This is true.”
                  “And there is a rule around here we do not break. We do not lose reservations.”             
                  “Correct.”
                  “Well, you see, doll, that lovely lady over there came in this morning for her reservation, and something strange happened. It was lost.” The look on Cheyenne’s face turns to slight panic. “And since we do not lose reservations here—we have a reputation for not losing reservations here—I told her that there’s no way that could be true.” Suddenly, Cheyenne looks like she’s about to lose her job. “So, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m not going to tell my father that this happened because, let’s be honest here, I don’t want him to fire you any more than you do. I like you.”
                  “I like you, too,” she