Adam stared at her – was she joking? The serious face staring back told him she wasn’t. Big surprise.
‘Be ready,’ she finished curtly.
That told him, didn’t it? Hell, what would she be like in the sack? he wondered, and not for the first time. It was a strange kind of arousal, a bit like fantasising over a teacher. He had to stifle another laugh.
So, here they were, about to check into The Templar, in the village of Treweham. ‘We’ve booked a room for tonight,’ Adam told a red-headed girl behind the bar, ‘in the name of—’
‘Goldsmith,’ interrupted Jennifer with force.
‘Ah, yes, here we are.’ The girl ticked the name on the reservation list and handed him the key to the room. ‘Upstairs, it’s the first on the right,’ she smiled.
Adam carried his and Jennifer’s case up the stairs. Opening the door he looked inside and stopped in his tracks. Twin beds. Typical.
