"Well, here it is…" Dean said as they entered the suite and looked around. "Not bad."

Sydney was convinced she didn't see the same room Dean did. There were two bedrooms that were separated by the living room, which had plush sofas and a large flat-screen TV. In the corner was a wet bar with a granite countertop. Both rooms had their own queen-sized beds and TV, with a large window that offered a different view of Chicago. The balcony overlooked the Chicago skyline.

Sydney could honestly say that suite was much better than her apartment and that was a sad admittance. "Not bad?"

"It's pretty nice," Dean smiled. He walked over to the sofa and plopped down on it. He stretched his legs out and turned on the TV. "You can go ahead and pick which room you want and I'll get the other one."

"That's too kind but I don't want to take advantage of it," she replied, "I mean, you're paying for this so you should have first dibs."

"Ladies first." His eyes smiled at her. "Besides, I saw the luggage you have. You need the bigger room."

"I don't have that much…" Sydney looked behind her and saw the two heavy suitcases behind her. One bag had street clothes; the other was full of wedding-related stuff that she had half a mind to hold onto, in case she had a surprise wedding number four to attend. "…Okay, so I have a bit of luggage."

"A bit of luggage." Dean repeated, enunciating every word. "That's like being a little pregnant."

"Shut up!" Sydney laughed and headed to her room. She moved her luggage to the corner and fell on top of the queen-sized bed. She barely kicked off one of her Nikes and stretched out.

What were the odds? Her meeting some famous – yet unknown to her – hockey player and he invites her to share his suite with her. Dangerous? Sure. Stupid? Not the dumbest thing she's done.

Still, she didn't feel like she was in danger being around Dean. But for safekeeping, she was going to lock her door when she slept. Okay, she was also going to put a blockade against it. In fact, she should probably sleep with something underneath her pillow just in case.

The last thought convinced Sydney that she should probably stop watching so many Lifetime movies.

"Yep, I'm settled in. Got here about an hour or so ago, so I'm fine." Dean spoke over the phone.

"You know you could've came back home. We're not that far away from the airport." Melissa offered.

"I don't want you driving out in that weather. Besides, you weren't going to get too far with the way it's coming down." He briefly looked out the window and saw a thick blanket of white. "I'm fine and safe here. It's a really nice room and I like it."

"Okay." Melissa decided not to argue with her son. Even if he wasn't right, he would argue his point until he was exhausted, causing her to be just as exhausted as well. "I hope your company treats you well."

"The Kings treat me great, Mom."

"Dean…" Melissa sternly warned. "…I'm not stupid."

He chuckled and briefly put the phone against his forehead. He was convinced his mother was a psychic when he was younger. "I didn't pay for her if that's what you're asking."

"Just make sure all of your stuff is locked up and not stolen." She suggested. "And for Pete's sake, do not tell her what you do for a living!"

"Eh, I already did." Dean thought about Sydney's reaction when he revealed his occupation. The question in her eyes was something he hadn't seen in a long time. She truly didn't know who the heck he was. It was refreshing. "She didn't care."

"They always say they don't care before they hear how much your contract is." Melissa pointed out.

"Well, I'm not trying to marry her so I'm not worried about that."

"I wasn't referring to you marrying her, Dean." She replied. "Do I need to spell it out?"

"I'm not talking about that, neither!" He hastily said. The last thing Dean wanted to do was talk about his sex life with his mother.

"I'm just saying…childbirth costs around ten thousand, condoms only cost three bucks."

"Okay, Mom, I need to go. Yeah, I need to go. I'll talk to you later. Love you. Bye." He hung up on his mother and shuddered. If he had any libido, his mother effectively killed all of it. He decided to channel his energy to food, since he was getting hungry. "Syd, I'm going to order food service. Tell me what you want." He yelled out. He was met with silence. "Syd?"

He walked over to her room and found her passed out on top of the bed. She was so tired, she only managed to get one of her shoes off before she gave up on the other one. He took out a blanket and covered her body, softly kissing her forehead before he left the room, closing the door behind him

He ordered room service for them both and when it arrived, Dean put Sydney's meal aside for her. As he ate, it was then he realized despite the fame, fortune, and groupies, he was truly alone. It was a sobering thought.