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trying to pull something over on me?” Rachelle asked. “I don’t mean to come off as mean, but you aren’t the first person to try to pull this scam on me. A woman came in here with a similar story and I let her stay here. She ended up destroying the room and sneaking out during the night. We never found her and ended up paying for the damages. People tell sad story all the times and some of them end up being complete lies. How can I be sure you aren’t trying to feed me one right now?”
    A momentary look of embarrassment crossed Cash’s face. “Rachelle…Ms. Williams, I swear I’m not lying to get a free room. My wallet did get stolen or is lost. Everything I needed for this trip was in that wallet. However, without any forms of ID or credit cards, I can’t prove anything to you. ”
    Stepping back from the desk, Rachelle’s gaze darted down at the phone underneath it debating if she should call someone for help, maybe the cops or her sisters. What if he was telling her the truth? She didn’t want to let one bad experience tarnish her view of people, but the stories were just so similar. It was hard for her to determine if Cash was being honest with her. She had truly believed the woman and look where it got her.
    “Mr. Garon, I won’t be able to help you. You can walk back to the station and wait for a city bus. One should be by in about forty-five minutes to an hour and it will take you to the police station in town so you can file a report. I wish you luck.”
    A defeated look passed over Cash’s face. “I seriously doubt the police will find my wallet. I’m beginning to think the guy who sat down next to me on the bus stole it while I was asleep. It’s my fault for falling asleep on a bus ride. I should have known better.”
    “Well, I’m sorry about your luck, but you ought to go talk to the police,” Rachelle replied, watching Cash closely.
    He must have caught her look because he sighed softly. “Look, Ms. Williams. I swear you don’t have to worry about me. I promise I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. Can’t you just let me stay here for tonight? I promise I’ll leave first thing in the morning. Better yet, I can clear everything up with one phone call, but I can’t call him until the morning because he’s out of town. My brother’s flight doesn’t land until midnight. He’s the only person I can call.”
    She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I can’t let you stay here. I don’t know you. I can’t be sure if you’re telling me the truth.” No matter how attracted she was to Cash, there was no way she could give in on this. She couldn’t fall for another con twice in one year because her sisters wouldn’t let her hear the end of it.
    “You already know my name is Cash Garon. I’m the host of a television show. If you stay let me stay for the night I can prove who I am to you first thing tomorrow,” he pleaded.
    “My producer will be back in the office at five o’clock in the morning. He will corroborate my story. Also, he can wire me some money through Western Union for the room. Can’t I please stay here for the night? I have no other place to go if you kick me out. I’ll be out on the highway since the next town is several miles from here.”
    Standing her ground, Rachelle folded her arms underneath her breasts. “I’m sorry, Mr. Garon. My sisters and I are running a business here. We can’t afford to let anyone else have a free ride, not even for one night.”
    She watched as Cash’s expression changed from one of hope to despair. She didn’t want to feel guilty for tossing him out, but she couldn’t let him stay. “I understand,” Cash replied as he picked up his bag. “It was very nice to meet you. I wish you all of the best with your business. It looks like a breathtaking hotel.” He gave her a slight nod before spinning around on his heel and heading for the front door.
    Watching Cash walk away defeated, Rachelle felt her guilt meter rise to another