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up her left hand, twisting it from side to side. “No ring here. No tan lines where a ring could have been. I’m not married to this person and I’m not sharing a room with him.”
    He pointed to a notebook. “But it says right here—”
    “Naa der faud.” The blood, tissue and his hand holding it all together slurred Tyler’s words, but Casey was pretty sure what he wanted to say.
    “You’re damn right it’s not my fault. I bought one ticket. One room. I didn’t ask for a roommate and I don’t want one.” Especially with a man like Mason on board.
    The stateroom door opened and January, the Cruise Director, came back into the room. Casey rolled her eyes when no one else from the ship followed her in. Shouldn’t the captain be called in? Or someone with some kind of authority?
    All eyes swiveled, expecting January to solve the problem. Casey doubted the woman would be able to. Not just because she was named after a month. Her uniform was wrinkled and she had a run in her hose. The sophisticated upswept hairdo lost a little of its oomph because a few strands had come loose and were now glued with sweat to her neck and behind her ears. Casey wasn’t the only one suffering from the southern Florida heat wave.
    A tiny voice suggested leaving the cruise, and a louder one screamed a single word in her head. Mason. She wasn’t getting off this ship; she was getting Tyler Cash out of her room.
    Please, let her have found another room for Cash the Nerd.
    The bellboy slipped out the door without waiting for his tip. January stood, looking from one person to the next but not opening her mouth to speak. A sheaf of papers rattled in her hand. Surely there was an open room listed somewhere on those pages.
    Tired of waiting, Casey said, “Well? Can you fix this?”
    “I, um.” January licked her lips and stared at the light blue carpet. “I think what happened is that you booked a penthouse suite and...” She pointed to the male form still breathing tissue. “He booked one, too and the reservations computer must have merged the two reservations into one. I mean, you do both have the same last name and from what I can tell you booked at basically the same time.”
    So if Johnny Cash came back from the dead to take a cruise, she’d be rooming with him? If Casey had to choose between ghost and nerd, it was ghost all the way. Johnny could give her an orgasm just by singing her to sleep.
    “But you know now that we don’t belong together. So where are you moving him?” Casey felt like she was floating in another world. What was going on? No cruise line in the world would make a mistake like this.
    Tyler was beginning to look interested in the conversation. Probably two women had never fought over where he would sleep. He sat up, keeping his head tilted back and the tissue pressed against his nostrils. “I dud wut t’be probleb. I’ll sleeb adywhed.”
    January moved to the side of the bed and patted Tyler on the knee. “Oh, you’re not the problem, Mr. Cash.” She sent Casey a dirty look. January clearly thought she was the problem because she didn’t want to have a stranger for a roommate.
    Pulling the tissue from his nose with a latex-gloved hand, January smiled. “That’s looking much better, but you’ll want to keep the tissue in place just a little longer.” She handed him a fresh sheet, pressing it against his naked nose. She turned her attention to Casey and snapped the glove from her hands.
    “The problem is this cruise is completely booked. It’s late August, you know. I’m afraid I don’t have a solution other than you rooming together. I will take ten percent off the final bill and all of your excursions will be paid for by the cruise line.”
    “Can’t you find someone on board who is willing to have a roommate?” Anyone would work, as long as they didn’t mind running out of tissue within ten minutes. Surely there was one single, desperate woman aboard ship. Casey ignored the fact that