But given he was the one sponsoring both the bed she was about to sleep in, and the very delicious-smelling meal she was about to eat, she thought better of giving him a piece of her mind right then and there. But she made no promises for later. Their room was on the top floor and more long and narrow than the big, more spacious design of hotel rooms back home. Of course it was an inn, not a true hotel, and the narrow, row-house style building it was housed in was likely older than pretty much anything currently standing in the U.S. At that point in her two-day journey, she was thankful it had electricity and running water. Actually, truth be told, it was rather quaint and lovely, in a provincial sort of way. She was too hungry, though, to give it a thorough checking out. The small sandwich she’d eaten on the ferry had barely taken the edge off her hunger. She’d felt a bit pitchy with the roll of the boat and decided a big meal was probably not a good idea under those circumstances.
