“It’s a Kingston Arms Premier suite. Completely paid for.” He smirked at Berg. “Has two bedrooms.” Rude bastard. Charlie picked up the gold card, held it between her hands. “That was a waste of Dutch’s money,” she muttered before looking over at Berg. “God knows, we only need the one bed.” And her gaze was so heated that Berg had to pick up the glass of water he’d ignored all through dinner and drink it down in one gulp.
