He stared at her a moment, then laughed again. “You’re serious.”
“Of course I am.”
Harlan continued to laugh.
“What? They do that all the time on TV.”
Trying to stop laughing, he managed to say, “It’s not that easy in real life.”
Frustrated, Savannah pounded on the door and yelled but she wasn’t surprised no one came. She could hear the band and knew the music would cover any noise she made unless someone was immediately outside the door. “It’s not funny,” she said, noticing Harlan was still struggling not to laugh.
“Yes, it is.”
“You didn’t arrange this, did you?”
He shot her a quizzical glance. “With what purpose?”
Get over yourself, Savannah. Do you honestly think Harlan had a hand in this?
“Never mind.” She tried the door again, to no avail. “Call someone to come let us out. I don’t have my phone.”
Harlan pulled out his phone and looked at it. “No bars. It won’t work.”
“Try anyway.”
He pressed a couple of buttons and held it to his ear. “Nope. I can try to text but... Wait a minute,” he said, looking at the screen. “Damn, I swear it was at least half-charged when I came in.”
“Let me see,” she said suspiciously. Wasn’t that convenient?
He didn’t comment but she saw his mouth curve up as he handed it to her. “Damn it! It’s dead as can be.”
“I believe I said that.”
She shot him an annoyed glance. “Someone’s bound to want their coat.”
“You’d think. Until they do, let’s sit down. We could be stuck here for a while.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she frowned at him. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s nowhere to sit.”
“There’s always the floor.”
“Are you kidding? I can’t sit on the floor in this dress. It will be ruined.”
He took his coat off the hanger and spread it out on the floor in front of a wall. “There. How’s that?”
She wasn’t at all sure she could manage to get down to the floor. She accomplished it by putting her back against the wall, hiking up her dress and letting Harlan help her slide down the wall until her butt hit the ground. She suspected getting up would be even harder. Her dress was going to be a wrinkled mess, but who knew when they’d get out of here anyway? She leaned back against the wall and stretched her legs out in front of her, arranging the dress over them. “I can’t believe this.”
Harlan got another coat down and spread it out beside her. “Are you cold? Would you like me to get your coat?”
She started to say no but she really was cold since her arms and shoulders were completely bare. “Okay, thanks. It’s one of the first ones. The leopard skin faux fur.”
He walked back to the carousel, took out a coat with leopard markings and showed it to her. “Is this it?”
“Yes.”
Harlan wrapped it around her shoulders, then sat down beside her.
“Are you sitting on some random person’s coat? Don’t you think they’ll be pissed when they get it back?”
