“Did you plan this?” I accused. His smile curled into wicked lines. “Yes. I planned for our rental car to break down and for our only sleeping arrangements to be at this tiny bed and breakfast where their bi-annual Tantric Sex workshop was taking place and would knowingly make you uncomfortable.” Okay, fine. This wasn’t a conspiracy against me. Unless fate itself was toying with me. I continued to glare at Ruben as if he were solely responsible for this awkward situation.
