have any rooms available for about a week or so?” he asked in a gruff tone.
“Sure do. Is it just you?” Avery asked, pulling up the registry on the computer screen.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Name? And I’ll need to see a credit card and identification, please. Oh, and here’s something you’ll need to sign.” Avery handed him the forms.
“Rodney Morris.” Two cards were shoved across the desk. Avery blinked, took in a sharp breath. “Excuse me?” Her head whipped up, staring at him. What did he just say?
Oh my God. It’s him.
That’s my father.
Or at least, according to that letter, he thinks he is. What’s he doing here?
Well, that was a stupid question. He was here to see her. He must have been. No wonder he’d kept watching her the way he did. He knew she was Avery, didn’t he?
Avery had to keep moving to keep from fainting. Heart racing a mile a minute, blood pounding in her ears, she managed to get all of his information just fine. She knew his gaze was on her, along with her mother’s. Oh, Mom! Her worst fear! And she had no idea this man could possibly be the one that fathered Avery. With all the things going on with her mother already, this was the last thing she needed. She had to get Rodney out of here quickly before he said anything.
He was saying at their inn!
“Are you all right, Avery honey?” her mother asked. Avery looked up at her for a brief moment and nodded.
“I just need to eat soon is all,” Avery said quickly, handing Rodney his card and ID back. Well, now he knew who she was for sure. When her gaze met his, he sent her a knowing look. His eyes were wide as he watched her.
“I’m going to see what your dad is doing.” Avery’s mom smiled at the man. “Enjoy your stay, and thanks for choosing us.”
How ironic that her mother chose those words. Avery’s gaze snapped back to Rodney, expecting a hurt look or something, but there was none.
“I take it you got my letter,” he said softly, leaning over the desk.
“I did. I’m sorry I hadn’t responded ... I don’t know what to say. I think I was still processing the information.” Avery stammered, her heart still hammering in her chest. She looked him over, searching for any signs that she looked anything like him. To her surprise, there were many similarities. Did that mean anything? No, but a quick DNA test could. As much as she wanted to believe ... she wasn’t going to take that chance, get her hopes up without concrete proof.
“I don’t mean to barge in on your life. I’m just so curious about you,” Rodney said. “I want to ... hug you or something, but that would be too weird right now. I hope this next sentence doesn’t offend you, but I’d really like some affirmation ... I’d like to proceed with a DNA test, if that’s all right with you.”
“I don’t mind at all. I was just ... actually thinking that myself,” Avery said, in awe. She finished entering the last of his information in the computer and reached below the desk, opened the lock box and handed him a key card. “You’re room 305.”
Very close to Lucas, actually. Great. She hadn’t meant to do that. Now, if she went to see Rodney, Lucas wouldn’t be too far away. She could change Rodney’s room, but that would just be a pain. Oh well.
Suck it up and get over it.
“So, can we meet up somewhere and talk? It looks as if you are having a good life. Your mother- she seems very wonderful,” Rodney said. He straightened, picked up his cards and key, but made no attempts to move yet.
“She is. Both of them are wonderful. I had a great childhood. Yes, I want to meet up and talk. I’ve had my own curiosities. I get off at five, if that’s not too bad for you. We can go eat something and talk.”
Rodney nodded. “That’s great with me. I’m looking forward to it.”
So was she. More than she’d like to admit. “Okay. That sounds good. And, enjoy your stay. If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to let
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