“Blake, this is beautiful! Everything is decorated for Christmas!”
The excitement in Morgan’s voice eased some of my nerves. I pulled out my phone and sent Kaelynn a text.
Me: You arranged for the dress to be here, right?
She responded almost instantly.
Kaelynn: OMG! YES! And the shoes. Will you stop worrying! It’s going to be beautiful, Blake. She’s going to be over the moon.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Why in the hell am I so nervous? It isn’t like we aren’t married already.
Me: Thank you, Kaelynn. I couldn’t have done this without you.
Kaelynn: No, you couldn’t have! Have fun!
As we walked up to the check in, Morgan spun around in a circle, taking everything in.
“Hello, are you checking in?”
“Yes, for Blake Greene.”
The woman smiled bigger, taking a second to look at Morgan and then me.
“Yes, Mr. Greene. Thank you so much for staying at the Fairmont. We have you booked in our Royal Suite.”
Morgan walked up next to me. “That sounds fancy!”
The clerk gave Morgan a polite smile. “It’s one of our grandest suites. You’ll be very comfortable there.”
“Thank you so much,” I said, wrapping my arm around Morgan’s waist as we waited for the check-in process to finish up.
“Here is your room key. All of your requests have been taken care of as well, Mr. Greene.”
Smiling, I replied, “Thank you so much. And the packages that were sent?”
I could feel Morgan looking at me.
“They’re in your suite as requested.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s a pleasure seeing you again, sir.”
As we walked toward the elevator, Morgan pulled me to a stop.
“Do you own the hotel too?”
I laughed. “No! Why do you think that?”
“All your requests, your packages. Sir. I’m having a déjà vu. You’re not going to pull me into a dark corner and make out with me, are you?”
“I believe we did a little more than make out.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Yes, we did.”
Although I wasn’t an owner, what Morgan didn’t know was my father owned 50 percent of the hotel. When it had gone up for sale a few years back, he and another business partner bought it.