I clinked my glass against his. "And to being covered in tomato juice."

***

By the time we landed, the tomato juice incident was a distant memory. We both had bigger things on our minds. As we grabbed our bags and headed for the exit, Daniel turned to me.

"So… where are you staying?"

"It's here." I opened the GPS on my phone.

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"Me too."

I laughed again, shaking my head. "Of course you are. What’s next? We’re assigned the same room?"

As it turned out, that was exactly what happened. The hotel had overbooked, and the frazzled desk clerk apologized profusely, offering us a shared room.

I was too exhausted to argue, and honestly, too curious about what would happen next. We both stood there in stunned silence for a moment.

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