Page 19 of Get A Fix

She threw up her hands, clearly done. “You’re supposed to be able to see a lot of little islands from here, but again, there’s just a wall of gray.”

“At least it’s nice in here,” I offered, indicating the giant hearth of the lobby. “I mean, if it rains the whole time we’re here⁠—”

“Which it will,” she grumbled.

“Which it probably will,” I agreed. “And if we lose power, we could all huddle around the fire like they did hundreds of years ago. It will be very…rustic.”

We both laughed that time, and she leaned forward and offered me her hand.

“I’m Sienna Donahue, but my friends call me Seni. Tell me who you are, because I think we’re going to be friends.”

Not likely, but I got why my ex liked her. She was beautiful and warm and easy to talk to. I was betting she came from money as well. As his family was in the upper one percent, that had to be important. “Cooper Davis,” I said, taking her hand gently. “Nice to meet you.”

“Where are you in from, Cooper?”

“Chicago.”

“Oh,” she said with a sigh. “Now that is a fun city. If we were stranded there, it would not be the horror show that this will surely be.”

“Agreed. And we could have deep-dish pizza delivered.”

“That sounds amazing. Are you starving too?”

“Getting there,” I said, glancing around.

“My fiancé is checking us in and—oh, here he comes.”

I had no one to blame but myself.

“Damie,” she greeted him, as the man I used to hold down in bed appeared at her side. Not to mention, Damie was terrible and something he’d told me he hated. “This is my new friend, Cooper Davis. He’s marvelous.”

“So is your fiancée,” I told him, getting up to offer him my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

He looked odd, sort of stiff, unsmiling and aloof. And yes, I hadn’t seen him in over a year, so maybe this was how he looked these days. But the spark that used to be in his eyes was completely missing.

Standing in front of me, he only seemed capable of staring, and the look on his face spoke volumes. He was not at all happy to see me. But that was okay. I wasn’t exactly turning cartwheels myself. At the airport had been more than enough.

“Damie,” Sienna said sharply, and he quickly took my hand.

“Pleasure,” he said woodenly and let my hand go quickly before turning to Sienna. “Our suite is ready. Shall we go up?”

She squinted at him. “Cooper and I were just saying how hungry we both are, so perhaps if there’s a restaurant here at the Overlook, then⁠—”

“The what?” he asked her as I chuckled. “No, this is the Castine Harbor Inn⁠—”

“It’s from The Shining,” a voice said from behind me. “And that was very clever.”

Sienna gasped.

Turning, I found myself facing a man with gorgeous deep forest-green eyes, a square jaw, and short, thick black hair. He was shorter than me by a couple of inches, hovering right around six feet, and I noted how well his suit fit, encasing wide shoulders, a broad chest, and a narrow waist. He was simply breathtaking, the epitome of what one expected when the words movie star were spoken. For just a moment, I could barely remember my name.

“Cooper,” he said, and his smile gave the impression he was genuinely happy to see me. And he was an actor, an award-winning one, so I knew he could make me feel whatever it was he wanted, but still. It was nice. “Finally.”

The warm, sultry sound of his voice, deep and low, was exactly as it was on screen. I was not disappointed in the least.

“You made it,” I said, and figured, what the hell, he was supposed to be my boyfriend, after all. I should just go ahead and treat him the way I had all the others in my life besides Damien, and so I leaned in to hug him right there for everyone to see.

He dropped his duffel instantly, without concern for the six-thousand-dollar bag hitting the floor, and took me into his arms.