“The what?” Some of her fatigue retreated at the words.

“It’s the best room, really,” the woman said. “Stuart even paid for the Honeymoon Package, so you’ll find some goodies in there waiting for you—all on the house. My name is Ethel, so if you need something, you call the front desk, day or night, and me or one of the boys will bring it to you. Breakfast is from seven to nine. Tomorrow and Friday you’ll have your pick of several options, but things will change to family style on Saturday. You’re the only guest right now, but we’re booked solid through Valentine’s starting this weekend, so you’re going to see a lot of friendly faces in the hall here pretty soon.” She paused, smiling again. “Can I get you anything now? More hot cocoa?”

“No,” she said, almost snapping.

Ethel’s expression faltered for the first time.

Ryann adjusted her tone, trying to give her a real smile. “Sorry. I mean I’m fine for now. I just need to lie down for a while. Take a long bath, like you said.”

Ethel patted her arm. “Of course, honey. And if you need someone to run and get you some clothes, you call me. I have a friend with a little boutique here in town that would be happy to send some things over for you at a discount.”

She had to suppress a shudder of revulsion, but she managed to keep her expression neutral. “Thank you. I’m going to try to get my things delivered, but I might have to take you up on that. I’ll call down later.”

Ethel excused herself, and Ryann watched her go, shaking her head. As if she’d ever allow herself to be dressed in something like that.

The room was as tacky as she’d predicted, which meant Stuart was messing with her. Like the ridiculous flowers he’d sent her in New York, he was purposefully annoying her. It was a relief, really, to realize this ploy, as it meant her friend hadn’t changed as much as she’d thought. The fact that he had found this awful place for her was a testament to how well he knew her. He must know how completely and utterly she would hate everything here. It was the only explanation.