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since she'd left the States so quickly, no one had been available to join her. Staying in the hotel room alone was fine, but being completely alone in the city was a little more than she could currently handle. Knowing Gavin was safely down the hall from her would put her at ease so she could rest and relax enough to put Roger behind her for good. She was happy to know Gavin was here if she needed him.
    Sure, Gavin had been a bit of an ass on the flight, but he was also a pretty fine piece of eye-candy. Even though his comments had been completely uncalled for—albeit correct—sparring with him in the plane had been strangely exhilarating. And seeing the dimple in his cheek still made her feel slightly lightheaded.
    Strange.
    She didn't usually have such visceral reactions to people. She was usually a more calculated romantic. She wasn't one of those girls who got swept off her feet by every man who glanced in her direction. Nope.
    She turned away plenty of hot guys without a second thought, so what was it about this guy that made her want him near her even if it meant she was going to have to put up with more of his mouthy comments?
    "Here are your keys, Mademoiselle. " The man behind the counter handed her two sets of keycards. "You are in room 318 and Monsieur Taylor is in room 350. Please enjoy your stay with us at the hotel and don't hesitate to ring us if you need anything at all to make your stay more comfortable. Bonsoir ."
    " Merci ." She took the keys and handed one to Gavin.
    Gavin Taylor. Nice. Tali Taylor. Could be even nicer—stop.
    There was no way "Tali Taylor" was ever going to happen. He was not her type of guy. She only had marriage on her mind because of seeing Roger's stupid engagement to Samantha plastered all over Facebook.
    She didn't want to get married yet. Ever. Okay well, maybe that wasn't entirely true. Maybe she did want to get married one day but she wasn't going to get married to some asshole like Roger.
    And she certainly wouldn't marry some jerky, smart-mouthed pilot like Gavin either.
    "Here you go." Gavin set her bags in front of her room door. "I'm pretty sure you can handle it from here right?"
    She nodded. "Sure. Of course."
    She unlocked her door and pushed it open with her foot, grabbing her bags by the pull handles and tugged them together toward the door. The bags collided with the doorframe with a noisy thud.
    "Oops." She giggled, backing up the bags and giving them another tug toward the door, which was now crushing her toes as they poked out the tip of her very strappy sandals.
    Gavin sighed. Loudly.
    "Oh just let me do it already." He strode forward and grabbed the two bags from her hands.
    She stepped back against the door, holding it open with her body instead of her poor sore toes. Gavin pulled the luggage back out into the hallway and maneuvered one bag so it pointed forward in front of him, and dragged the other behind him. As he passed through the doorway, his shoulder glided past her with only an inch to spare. She inhaled a fleeting whiff of his cologne and a stirring of butterflies came to life in her stomach as she gripped the door handle tightly to steady her suddenly nervous knees.
    Roger had never smelled that good.
    She forced herself away from the door and into the room. She didn't want to stand there like an idiot, gawking at him. Instead, she crossed the room and sat down on the bed, slipping off her sandals and rubbing her feet.
    "Thanks again for staying here with me and helping me with my bags and everything."
    Gavin shrugged setting the bags on the luggage racks against the wall. "Sure. I don't know what you would have done without me." He turned to face her with his arms crossed. "Anything else you want me to take care of for you before I give in to jetlag and hit the sack? Fix your air conditioner or fluff your pillows?" He grinned as if he thought he was being funny.
    He might smell great, but damn it, he was a total jerk.
    Enough already, sexy-pilot