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Оглавление“And now you’re telling me you haven’t got one room available in this entire hotel?”
“I’m afraid that is correct, sir. Well, we do have an accommodation, but—”
“We’ll take it.”
Dana touched Griffin’s arm. “McKenna,” she whispered.
Griffin swung towards her. “What?”
She looked at the clerk, then at him. “We cannot share a room.”
“Did you hear what the man said? This room he’s offering us is all there is.”
“I don’t care. There is no way I am going to share a room with—”
“Oh, it isn’t a room, madam.”
Griffin and Dana both looked at the clerk, who swallowed nervously.
“It’s a suite.”
A slow smile edged across Griffin’s face. “A suite? Don’t tell me. What is it? The Presidential Suite?”
The clerk looked from Griffin to Dana. She could almost feel his distress. “Not exactly, sir,” he said, and cleared his throat. “It’s—it’s the Bridal Suite.”
