More Than A Favor (Elaine and Logan) novel Chapter 29

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Chloe’s voice made me break eye contact with the man. “Ashton, this is the lady I mentioned who wants to swap rooms. Why don’t you two talk it over?” 

I stepped forward. “Hi, I’m Elaine Hart. Would it be possible to switch rooms?” 

“No,” he said flatly. 

Irritation bubbled up inside me, along with a streak of stubbornness. “Why not?” 

He just looked at me without responding, then draped an army–green towel over his shoulder and walked past. The cold water made me shiver. Chloe came over. “E… Elaine, right? Don’t take it personally. That’s Ashton Drake. He’s not exactly smooth with women. I’ll talk to him later.” 

I had my own pride. “Don’t bother,” I said loudly. “That room won’t make me a saint. Whoever wants it can have it.” 

Chloe pulled me aside. “Take it easy. He’s ex–military. Push his buttons, and he might just carry you out and dump you outside.” 

I laughed, realizing I’d mistaken a decorated soldier for some criminal. 

“I’m serious, Elaine. There’s this widow, Synthia, from across the street. She kept knocking on his door non–stop. He ended up wrapping her in a sheet and throwing her out. Everyone saw it.” 

Another widow. I seemed to attract them. 

“Really? Did she try to make a move on him?” I asked, intrigued. 

“Tried and failed before she got tossed out. Pretty embarrassing,” Chloe clicked her tongue. 

I smirked. “No worries. I’m not into guys widows chase after.” 

Ashton emerged again, now wearing a black T–shirt under a black leather 

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Jacket He looked imposing. 

heading out this late, Ashton? Chloe asked. 

“Yeah” he replied briefly. 

“Don’t stay out too late. I need to lock up. If burglars get in…” 

the was gone before she finished. 

turmed to go back to my room when Chloe added, “Ashton’s a good guy. Real straight arrow. Any woman who gets him will be lucky.” 

What did that matter to me? My heart might not be completely broken, but it was still tender 

Blame Chice called as I was halfway through my door. 

Something else?” 

“Astion never locks up. Want to see his room? If you like it, I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” Chipe persisted. 

I smiled. “That doesn’t seem right.” 

“It’s fine. We won’t touch anything. He’s a guy, but there’s nothing sc andalous in there,” she said, already moving toward his room. 

“No, thanks, “I declined. “I don’t want to switch anymore. This room’s fine.” 

Chice stopped, and I gave her a warm smile. “Thanks. You should get some rest. 

‘Can’t sleep,” she muttered as I closed my door. 

Weither could L. Today had packed more action than the last decade. I shou I’ve been exhausted. But I wasn’t. 

I couldn’t sleep on the hard bed, my thoughts all over the place.