“She’s Bears family, make sure she’s got a suite.”
“I’m good with whatever, I’m just staying for a few nights.”
“Robert,” he calls again. “Suite on twelve.”
“Sir, I’m sorry but?—”
Dean cuts him off and looks at me, “If you don’t like the suite, feel free to have Robert take you to a different room.”
“I’m sure it’s lovely.”
Dean looks at Robert, “We good?”
“Yes sir. Right away, Mr. Costello.”
“I’m going to guess you own the hotel?” I ask Drew.
“This one gots the bestest poo,” Wren informs me.
“Best pool,” Drew interprets. “Dean owns a few hotels; the kids like this one the best.”
“Ows is too cold.” Wren pouts.
“It’s heated,” Drew whispers.
“But not enough for our little princess,” Dean winks at her as we start to ascend.
“Move it,” Wren scowls.
“Where would you like me to put it?” Dean asks, amused.
“In hims woom, he not sweep thew.”
“Do too,” one of the boys says and sticks his tongue out at her.
“I is tewing.” She all but bares teeth at him. “You mean.”
“Alright, best behavior or we head home without swimming,” Drew says.
“Daddy, tew her.” Wren, who clearly gets her flair for dramatics from her father, pouts.
“You may be the princess, but she’s the queen.” He chuckles.
And I have a feeling, she is.
When we get to the 12thfloor, the elevator stops, and Robert is waiting with my bags.
How the hell did he beat us here, I think, and apparently, I do so loud enough that Drew reads my mind.
She giggles, “Service elevator. No stops. So, if you’re ever in a hurry, take one of those.”
She then pulls a card from her pocket. “Call me if you need anything.”
I take it, “Thank you, I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“See you at work, Doc.” Dean winks at me.
As the door shuts, I hear Drew say, “You are such a meddler.”
