Unbeknownst
The truth sat heavily on my tongue, awkward and inconvenient and suddenly very real.
I glanced at the message once more, just to be certain it hadn’t changed its mind.
It had not.
“My hotel cancelled,” I said finally, forcing the words out with what I hoped passed for composure. “Apparently, snowstorms are unforeseen circumstances.”
Julien frowned immediately, the kind of frown that came from concern rather than confusion. “Do you have another place lined up?”
I let out a laugh before I could stop myself. It came out thinner than intended, brittle around the edges. “Not unless the streetlights are taking guests.”
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