Page 43 of The Girl with No Name
“Very well. Do you have a card?”
Dunn hands him his card, a little reluctantly. “After this, I think you should comp our visit. Absolutely ridiculous.”
“Will you just need the one king bedroom for now?” he asks, looking between the two of us. “Youarea couple, aren’t you?”
He waves his phone with the article pulled up about the Opry, which undoubtedly mentions that Violet and Henry are a couple.
I’m just glad it doesn’t have a photo. Like I said, I can pull off Henry Cooney to the untrained eye: medium-tall height, white guy. However, the singer of the band, Violet, is known for her flaming red hair.
Luna’s hair is the same length, but its color is a dead giveaway.
“We are,” I announce. “One bed is fine.”
Luna cozies up closer to me. This could either be brilliant, or it could backfire spectacularly.
I don’t know that Randy is fully convinced, but he hands over a set of room keys, and we head up.
“That was bad ass.Not gonna lie,” Luna says, beaming. “You came up with that plan in the elevator? Seriously?”
Dunn shrugs.
“You were amazing!” I tell her. “Seriously. Miss Grace Miles? That impersonation was insane.”
“Yes,” she says, using an English accent now. “I am a woman versed in disguises.”
“But who is the real Luna?” I ask.
“It is unlikely that you’ll ever know. Muhahaha!” She gives me her best evil laugh.
When we get up to the room, there’s one bed, a bar, and a sofa.
“I’ll take the sofa,” I announce, raising my hand.
“Dude, I have a wife. I’m not going to sleep in the bed,” Dunn says.
I shrug. “I’ll set something up on the floor then.”
“It’s okay. You really don’t have to. I can sleep on the couch,” Luna offers.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. That wouldn’t be gentlemanly. We’ll figure it out. Also, I need to shower. I think I’m still hungover.”
“Get going then. I’m starved,” Dunn says.
“And then we should toss in early tonight,” I tell him.
“Yeah, we want to be fresh for the concert tomorrow. Since we’re here on Friday, baby!” Dunn yells.
“Especially since you’re playing tomorrow,” Luna adds with a wink.
“We’re playing,” I clarify.
“Thank God he didn’t check social media for Violet’s hair color,” she says. “But Dunn, what are we going to do when the real Red Lemons arrive and need their rooms?”
He snaps a bite of an apple that was on our snack tray. “Let’s hope they don’t notice we took one of the rooms. And let’s also hope that guy’s shift is over by the time they arrive. And as far as tossing in early, we need to find some grub first. I’m starved. Shower up, Walker.”
We eatdelicious burgers and drink a couple of beers in some hole-in-the-wall restaurant downtown, and we’re happily full as we stroll back toward the hotel.
“All right, well, are y’all ready to cash it in?” I yawn. “I’m spent after yesterday’s crazy night out.” I pull out my phone to see if Samantha’s texted me back about chatting later, but I’ve got no new messages.