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"Tell me you’re kidding." Drew Stevens dropped his forehead onto his crossed arms on the counter, exhausted and in no mood for this.
The pretty blonde’s eyes were sympathetic. "I’m sorry, sir. I can look again-"
Drew shook his head, raking his fingers through his chin-length blond hair. "No. Unless by some miracle you think you’ve made a horrible mistake?" Hope lingered in his voice, but it died at the pitying shake of the girl’s head. He exhaled heavily, pushing away from the front desk and glanced around the hotel lobby.
Unbelievable. He could get reservations at any five star restaurant in L.A., but the Silver Nugget in Nowhere, Arizona couldn’t find him a room. He was going to kill his editor. When he got his hands on Harry Mather’s scrawny ass, Drew was going to rip him a new asshole.
With a tight smile at the desk clerk, Drew snatched up his suitcases and stalked towards the front doors. He pushed his way through awkwardly, out onto the wooden sidewalk. Now what? He didn’t know. He supposed back to Tucson, hopefully there weren’t any conventions in town and he could get a decent room.
He turned and began dragging his bags towards the side of the hotel and the parking lot in back. Of all things, the place didn’t even have valet. Without warning, both of his bags lifted off the ground and out of his hands. Panic hit him and he spun, intending to chase after the mugger, only to came face to face – well, face to chest with a smirking cowboy.
A very big smirking cowboy. Drew’s eyes lifted slowly, taking in broad shoulders and the heavy dark brown hair that brushed them, a strong jaw, firm lips curled in a slightly mocking smile, topped with midnight blue eyes and a low, black cowboy hat. Drew would be lying if he said he wasn’t immediately attracted. Lucky for Drew, he was a-okay with lying, especially to himself.
Confusion filled him when it became apparent the hulking redneck wasn’t taking off with his bags, simply standing there smirking at him. It put Drew on an even sharper edge and he shook his hair out of his eyes, glaring up at the other man.
"Let me guess. Bellhop?"
The cowboy snorted in laughter and Drew endeavored to not notice the way a dimple flashed in the man’s cheek.
"Nope. Your reservation got messed up? Got a room for ya. C’mon."
Drew blinked, for a moment too stunned and confused to react. By the time he shook himself out of it, the cowboy was already loading his bags into the back of a massive silver pickup truck. Drew scowled and hurried forward. "What are you talking about? Who are you?"
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