I shrugged as the elevator took us to the fourth floor. “It’s a better headline than the meth lab scenario.”
“Have you had sex on the beach?” he asked.
“Only in a shot glass. You?”
“No comment.”
“What was her name? Bambi? Summer? Fantasia? I have it on good authority that sand is not genitalia-friendly. So hopefully you didn’t drag your elephant trunk through the sand before slipping it into her delicate clamshell.”
He fisted his hand at his mouth, and shook his head as the laughter he refused to share shook the rest of his body. “Only you… only you…”
Keeping my eyes trained to the elevator doors as they opened, a grin grew along my face. “Come on, Monaghan. No sense talking sex until you can look at me without grimacing.”
“I don’t?—”
“Yes, you…” My ears began to ring and my vision blurred with spots as the hallway seemed to move.
“Lake!” He caught me just as the light-headedness beckoned me to the floor.
“Not… feeling so… well. Weak.” I closed my eyes as the stars in my vision made me nauseous.
“Stay with me. Which room, baby?”
I tried to focus on my breathing to keep from completely passing out. “412,” I whispered.
“Is the key in your bag?”
“Uh huh.”
“Everything okay?” an unfamiliar voice asked.
I was too weak to even open my eyes.
“Could be better. Would you mind looking in this bag for our room key?”
“Sure.” It was a lady’s voice. That much registered. “Here it is. Which room?”
“412,” Cage answered.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?”
“Nope. We’re good. Just a touch of sun poisoning. She’ll be fine. Thank you.”
“Take care.”
The door shut.
“Lake?”
“Uh huh?”
“I’m going to lay you down.”
“K.”
