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until she met Mason she could have been the single, desperate soul.
    January shook her head sadly and clasped her hands in her lap. “I’m afraid we can’t ask our passengers to accept a stranger into their rooms.”
    “But you can expect me to share my room because of a computer malfunction? Get this through your head: I’m one of your passengers who does not want a stranger in her room,” Casey said. Before she could get rolling, January interrupted.
    “But he’s booked into this room.”
    “So am I. I have my itinerary right here.” She pulled a sheet of paper from her carry-on and handed them to January, pointing. “ One guest . One. How long have you been booked in?”
    Tyler looked from Casey to January, clearly not sure what to think about two women fighting over where he would sleep. He probably never had this problem in his real life, wherever and whatever that was.
    “Do weeds.”
    Do weeds. Do weeds. Two weeks? Two weeks? No way. She wasn’t losing her single room to a nose-bleeding nerd who had only been booked onto the cruise for two weeks. Sorry, wasn’t going to happen. She’d been booked for two weeks and one day.
    She gritted her teeth and pulled a card she had never used in her life. “Do you know who I am? I’m Cassandra Cash, and I need space. I have a book deadline to meet and I can’t do that with some stranger living in my room. You’ll have to move him into crew quarters or something.”
    “No. We can’t do that. He paid for a suite. The crew quarters are too cramped, and that wouldn’t be fair.” January stood and clapped her hands together. “Unless Mr. Cash is willing to move to crew quarters, we simply have no other choice.”
    Casey looked from January to Tyler, who was shaking his head no. Great. She could move. But where to? Casey couldn’t exactly track Mason down and ask if he’d mind a roomie.
    January continued. “I know this is a huge inconvenience, but there is simply nothing we can do. I have made notations in both of your files and the next time you sail with the Sweetheart Line, you’ll sail for free.” Before Casey could speak, January left the room.
    “I ged we’re stud, huh?”
    Stud. Ha! He was no stud. Cash was right, though. They were stuck together. At least for now. Casey wasn’t finished fighting for the private room she had booked.
    Tyler stood, moving to pick up the leather bag beside the bed. “I’b soddy. You cad hab the ded, I’ll sleeb on the cowjuh.” He pushed the bag with his foot, trying to see which direction it was moving while keeping his head tilted back. The bag was headed for the closet.
    Casey shook her head. She was being a jerk. Rooming with Tyler wouldn’t be the easiest thing in the world, but it wasn’t the end of it, either. And if things did work out with Mason... No, not going there. If things didn’t work out with Mason, Casey would seclude herself and finish the damned book. She and Tyler would probably only see one another a couple of times each day. She wasn't attracted to him. It wasn't as if she would jump his bones while he slept on the tiny sofa.
    Mason’s were the only bones she was interested in jumping at the moment. She wondered if he’d found some other woman. She couldn’t blame him. Leaving him all hot and bothered was an idiotic move. Space. Yeesh. But she couldn’t leave Tyler alone just yet, either.
    “It’s okay.” Casey relented. She picked up his bag, moving a lamp to make room for it on a side table. “We’ll set up the ground rules later. Has the bleeding stopped?”
    Tyler nodded. “I think so.” He tossed the tissue in the trash and let his head rest in its usual place. He waited a few seconds, then patted his upper lip just under his nose. “No blood. That’s a good sign.”
    Without the tissue, he was much more attractive. His skin wasn’t so pasty; now that he had stopped bleeding, it was a nice peach color. Tyler obviously hadn’t been out in the sun much, but then what