“If you’d like me to.”
“I think I would.”
“Then I will.” He starts for the door, pausing over the threshold. “Kansas… what is your favorite breakfast food?”
“It’s Dorothy.”
“I know.” A smirk lifts the corner of his mouth.
Why do I feel like giggling? I am a schoolgirl all over again.
“I like eggs over easy. Toast. Jam. Especially strawberry. And coffee. Why?”
He shrugs and steps into the hallway. The flickering candles in the glass sconces line him in warmth. “I can’t remember what mine is, that’s all.”
There is real sorrow on his face now. “I’m sorry.” I keep saying that around him.
“No bother. Yours will be mine until I find mine again. If that’s all right.”
“Of course. You can’t go wrong with strawberry jam.”
“Good to know. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night.”
He pulls the door closed behind him and I hear his footsteps fall down the hallway.
I make a silent squeal of delight.
Toto looks up at me. If dogs could scowl, he would be scowling extra hard right now.
“It’s innocent,” I tell him.
He huffs.
“He’s handsome!” I whisper.
He huffs again.
“Stop judging me.”
I get ready for bed, shedding as much clothing as I feel comfortable with. I hang my dress on a hook by the door but leave on my shift.
I yank back the quilt and find crisp white sheets. I climb in and sigh. Considering I was planning to sleep in the woods tonight, a soft bed and cool sheets are heaven.
Toto goes to the door and barks at it.
“What is it?”
He barks again.
I know what he’s suggesting.I should lock the door.
“I just got comfortable,” I tell him.
Another yip.
I trust Rook. I trust Remy.
