So instead, at the end of our trip, we made a pact to meet again in three months.īut when I got back home, reality hit in a big way.Īnd I worried I may have lost my handsome stranger forever. Milo knew I’d just come out of a tough relationship and didn’t want to mess with a vulnerable woman. So, instead of flying back to our respective homes, we ventured on a road trip.īut as hot as our chemistry was, we never crossed the line. When it was time to leave, neither of us really wanted to go yet. My fake brother spent the next few days showing me around his hometown. My depressing trip quickly made a U-turn into an adventure. That’s how the story of “Milo and Maddie Hooker” began. When I realized there were two rooms, instead of calling him out, I pretended to be his sister. Until I overheard a gorgeous man pretending to be someone he wasn’t in order to steal a reservation from a guest who hadn’t shown up yet. It looked like my fancy vacation was about to turn into me sleeping on the hotel lobby floor. Rather than let my breakup get me down, I packed my bags and decided a week at a luxury resort was just what I needed.īut one calamity after the next, and suddenly I was stuck without a hotel room, along with a few hundred other people.
My planned trip for two unexpectedly turned into a trip for one. The hotel operator came back on the line.New York Times Bestselling Authors Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland Every other flight had been canceled by then. Two hours turned into three, and three turned into five, and when we hit six hours of sitting on uncomfortable plastic seats outside the gate, they finally admitted it wasn’t going to happen.
And they’d kept their word right up until five minutes before we were supposed to board, when they announced a two-hour delay. But the airline had assured me my flight was still scheduled as planned. When I arrived at the airport, I had no idea that a blizzard was on the way. After making the bad decision to go on my previously planned honeymoon alone, I’d brilliantly decided to check out only two days into the trip… without looking at the weather report for Vail.
It was dumb of me to check out this morning. I sat down in the lobby of the Best Western, the third hotel I’d been to in the last two hours. Ellis at this point if it meant I could have a place to sleep tonight. “Actually, the reservation was under Ellis. Is there any chance you might still have my room available? Or any room, for that matter? My flight was canceled because of the storm.” My reservation was for ten days, but I only wound up staying two nights. You’ve reached the Four Seasons Resort, Vail, Colorado.
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