Chapter 9
“The Hotel Arvon?”
“It sounded nice.” Nathan had never heard of it, but once they were in close enough range to get a phone signal, he’d done a quick search. All, absolutely all of the other top-rated hotels in town were the big chains. It didn’t bode well for the city. But the Arvon was a recent restoration of the original 1890 hotel and sounded promising. Even more promising, they’d had a room available on a half hour’s notice.
Julie had done an impressive job of finally proving exactly why he’d bought a sports car even though he rarely left the city and never broke the speed limit. With the top down and the wind in her hair, it was hard to believe he was cruising through Montana and not a car ad. Truckers had popped their horns in loud blats of appreciation for the vision a
