"And now you're telling me you haven't got one room available in this entire hotel?" "I'm afraid that is correct, sir. Well, we do have an accommodation, but-" "We'll take it." Dana touched Griffin's arm. "McKenna," she whispered. Griffin swung towards her. "What?" She looked at the clerk, then at him. "We cannot share a room." "Did you hear what the man said? This room he's offering us is all there is." 6/407 "I don't care. There is no way I am going to share a room with-" "Oh, it isn't a room, madam." Griffin and Dana both looked at the clerk, who swallowed nervously. "It's a suite." A slow smile edged across Griffin's face. "A suite? Don't tell me. What is it? The Presid- ential Suite?" The clerk looked from Griffin to Dana. She could almost feel his distress. "Not exactly, sir," he said, and cleared his throat. "It's-it's the Bridal Suite."