"Two rooms, if you can." Bucky pulled back into traffic. He could talk a big game, but they still had to get out of the city and it would be stop and go while he navigated.

He pretended that took more of his attention than it did so he wouldn't have to look at her face when he tried to shoot down one room. Working with her, riding in a car full of her scent, would be bad enough without having to sleep with her one bed over.

Dear god, if there was only one room let there be two beds. Otherwise he'd sleep on the floor and fucking cope with the dog jokes.

"I'd hate not to give a lady her privacy."