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there and hope she convinced them.
    Laura tilted her head as she studied her. “Well, Miss Whitmore, the truth is that
     there are no hotel rooms available on Friday. And Tony is the manager. He would know
     that better than anyone.”
    Randa scratched the dog’s head and looked down into her warm eyes again as she tried
     to figure out what to do. She didn’t want to be here at all, much less for a week.
     But failure wasn’t an option.
    She tried one more play. “I apologize. Of course I should have made a reservation.
     I have no one to blame by myself. This is my first Elvis Week visit. I had no idea
     what to expect.” She tried a lip quiver and let her shoulders slump in what she hoped
     looked like dejection.
    Neither Tony nor Laura bought it. She could tell by the looks on their faces. “Fine.
     Give me the two nights.”
    Laura looked up at Tony, then said, “Well, you know… maybe we could set you up
     in one of the staff apartments. We’ve got a studio that’s empty.” She raised her eyebrows.
     “It’s not a great room, but you’d have access to the rest of the hotel’s amenities.
     If you’d like, you can stay on the first floor of the hotel for two nights and then
     move on Friday.” There was some kind of gleam in Laura’s eyes as she made the offer,
     but Randa couldn’t decide if it was amusement or calculation. Maybe both.
    Tony huffed out a small breath but his face never changed.
    Randa looked around at the lobby. “I don’t really want to stay anywhere else.” She
     pulled out her credit card and slid it across the desk to Laura. “Thank you so much
     for your help. That sounds like an excellent plan.”
    Laura nodded and entered her credit card information. “That’s fine, Miss Whitmore.
     You’ll need to see me or Tony here at the desk on Friday and we’ll get you set up.”
    Randa shot a look at Tony but he hadn’t moved. He was watching Laura but Randa couldn’t
     tell what he was thinking. Or if he was thinking. Or really even if he was breathing.
     What an annoying quality in a man.
    “What’s the dog’s name?” Randa looked back down at the dog to escape his stare.
    “Misty. She’s kind of the hotel mascot.” Laura slid her card back across the table
     along with a key.
    Randa did her best to ignore the sadness that came with imagining the hotel mascot
     with no hotel. Because when this became a Whitmore property, Misty would be evicted
     for sure. She gave the dog a final pat and said, “All right. Point me in the right
     direction.”
    Laura nodded. “You’ve picked a fun time to visit, Miss Whitmore. We’ve got quite a
     few fan club events lined up for Elvis Week here at the hotel. You will see monitors
     in both hallways and in the elevator listing times and locations as well as information
     on everything happening at Graceland this week.” When Laura paused, Randa clasped
     her hands in front of her like she could hardly wait to get started on all the Elvis-ing.
     “Tony’s going to take you to your room, but I did want to mention that Viva Las Vegas
     is open for lunch and dinner. We’ve got room service available here in the hotel.
     Tony will show you the gym and the pool on the way.”
    Randa glanced behind her at the brilliant white sign that marked Viva Las Vegas. She
     could hear faint strains of rocking guitars and pianos and knew she could count on
     Southern-fried goodness there. Her mouth watered at the thought.
    When she turned back to Tony, she wasn’t sure he was going to do any of things Laura
     was signing him up for. He was statue-still and just as warm. Then he slowly turned
     his head and looked at Laura for a long, drawn-out, uncomfortable minute. Laura seemed
     unimpressed. “Don’t forget to help the lady with her bags now.” Randa held her breath
     and let it out quietly when Laura fluttered her eyelashes at Tony.
    One corner of his mouth curled up before he took quick, efficient steps around to
     the front of the desk.