Whatever you say, boss.” Dean got out of the car before he gave into the temptation to start kissing her. If he gave into that then they’d still be here at dawn, frozen solid, dead, and still kissing! He grabbed their bag from the backseat then hurried round to open her door. The snow was deeper here, with practically no footprints and he didn’t want her slipping.
Once they were out of the car and it was all locked up, he reached for her hand, leading her across the deserted, snowswept street towards the hotel. A wind was rising now and the temperature had fallen sharply. Getting inside and cuddling up by the window seemed like an appealing prospect right now.
The hotel looked pretty much the way he had expected, warmth wrapping round them as soon as they stepped through the door. And it was practically empty, which wasn’t really a surprise on a night like this. Most people would just grab rooms at the nearest roadside motel but he’d wanted something better than that. He got them a room on the top floor with no difficulty but refused the offer of having his bag taken up by the porter. No way did he want the guy sneaking a look inside and seeing what, besides clothes and normal things, it contained. This might be a special night but that didn’t mean he hadn’t brought along as many weapons as he could. You could never be too careful!
He took Buffy’s hand again and began walking to the elevator. “I saw a sign on the desk...they have all night room-service! This was a prefect choice.”