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“You can sit here moping, or you can find her. Women love a man who admits he’s an idiot.”
“Yeah.” I gestured toward her small frame. “You’ve got this whole storm-cloud vibe happening. It’s cute.”
That tiny little spitfire was a lot less like a thundercloud and more like a tsunami.
Were there other hotels? Probably. Did I care enough to check? Definitely not.

