The woman at the desk smiled big. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.
“Hello Mr…?”
“Moore. Walker Moore.” Walker said as he gave her his panty-melting smile. I wasn’t sure if he knew how he made women melt with his damn smile. It was bad enough that he had amazing blue eyes that sometimes looked grey, dark hair that always had the just-fucked look, and when he didn’t shave for a few days and grew his beard out…oh, lord. I was about to orgasm just thinking about him.
The agent’s blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. When she smiled, her red lipstick fought for attention with her white teeth. “How many rooms will you be needing, and for how many nights, Mr. Moore?”
“One room. One night. We’re celebrating,” Walker said, excited.
The agent finally looked at me and I smiled. She gave me a quick grin, then looked back at Walker. “Oh? What are you celebrating?”
Walker wrapped h
is arm around my waist and pulled me closer. The hairs on my neck stood up straight, and I looked over my shoulder, scanning the lobby. I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I peeked at Walker. The smile on his face made me smile back.
“We’re having a baby,” he said.
I quickly snuck a peek at the agent, who gave me an awkward smile. I smiled bigger and my stomach did a funny flip from just hearing Walker say those words.
“Congratulations to both of you,” she said. “Let’s see what we can do for the new mom and dad.” She typed quickly, then smiled bigger. “Perfect. We have a suite that we reserve for VIP guests. It’s open this evening. It’s on the top floor with amazing views of Austin. Let me book it. I’ll only charge for a regular deluxe room.”
I glanced at her nametag and said, “Thank you, Jenifer. That’s so sweet of you.”
Walker pulled me even closer. The desire blooming in my stomach was growing stronger. Jenifer took Walker’s credit card and ran it through the machine. When she handed it back, she winked at me. Oh, this was a change. Apparently I needed a T-shirt that said, “I’m carrying the hottie’s baby.” Then women would leave him alone.
Jenifer handed over the key card. “Enjoy your evening, Mom and Dad.”
My heart soared at hearing those words. I was pretty sure Walker felt the same way, considering the goofy smile on his face.
As we headed to the elevator, I looked around again. The lobby was an expansive atrium with amazing views of the city. It was modern, yet elegant. The feeling of someone watching me vanished—I brushed it off as nerves.
We stepped inside the elevator and Walker swiped the card for the exclusive floor that our suite was on. He peeked at me and I bit my lip as I looked at the older couple riding up with us in the elevator.
The man checked out what floor we were going to. He gave me and Walker a once-over, then asked Walker, “Are you a country singer or something?”
Without missing a beat, Walker said, “Yes, sir. I sing country.”
My jaw dropped and I was about to say something when the older lady gasped.
“I thought you looked familiar.”
I jerked my head back. Walker stood there with a smile on his face. Before I knew it, the woman had pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and shoved it into Walker’s hand.
He looked at her and said, “You want me to sign this?”
She nodded. “Oh, wait until I tell the ladies about this at our next Bridge night.”
Walker smiled and winked her. She blushed. What the hell?
Walker signed the paper and handed it back as the elevator came to a stop.
She let out a little squeal. “Walker Moore. Oh, how exciting!”
The older gentleman placed his hand on the small of the woman’s back and guided her out of the elevator. “Thank you for making my wife’s night.”
The elevator doors closed and I turned to Walker. He pulled me to him and said, “You didn’t know a famous singer was fixin’ to rock your world tonight, did you?”
I laughed and pushed his chest. “That was terrible, Walker Reed Moore. Your parents would smack you upside the head if they knew you just did that.”