Xavier continued to ignore her rant and climb the stairs in the remodeled flophouse. According to the package he’d signed them up for, they’d be staying in a suite crafted from five flop rooms used by miners, complete with period décor. The lobby, doubling as an antique mercantile, had been perfect Old West, so he was eager to get to their room and see what they’d envisioned for the Mayor’s Suite. “We’re only halfway across the country. We cannot stew here forever.” Her voice rose into the audible region as they climbed the second flight. “It’s a package deal, J’aime. Four days lodging and unlimited attractions.” He reached the landing and turned to watch her dark ponytail sway while she climbed the final few steps. He forced a stern look on his face to keep from smiling at how flustered she’d been when she found out what he’d booked. “You could try to be gracious about it.” “I’ve got a deal for you.
