“No.”
McKayla made a tiny choking sound beside me that she tried to cover with a cough.
The woman smiled wider.“Passing through?”
“No.”
McKayla muttered, “Riveting.”
I bit back a smile.The woman printed the receipt and slid it across the counter, but she angled it closer to me even though McKayla was the one checking out.
McKayla took it and folded it into her purse.“Thanks so much.”
The woman leaned forward slightly.“If you need anything else while you’re in town—”
“We don’t,” I said.
McKayla headed for the door immediately and I followed.
The bell jingled behind us, and as soon as we stepped into the parking lot, McKayla sucked in a breath.
“Well.That was subtle.”
“What?”
She looked at me.“Really?”
I shrugged.
“She was basically one eyelash flutter away from climbing over the desk.”
“She checked you out.”
“She checkedyouout.”
“She printed your receipt.”
“She wanted to print it on your abs.”
I stopped walking for half a second.
Pearl burst out laughing near the bikes.Anchor looked like he was trying not to.
McKayla lifted both hands.“What?I’m concussed, not blind.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept walking and set her duffle across the back of my bike.
“You done?”
“With the motel?Yes.With judging her technique?Also yes.It was terrible.”
Pearl wiped under one eye like she’d laughed too hard.“I really like her.”
“Everybody keeps saying that like I’m not being held against my will,” McKayla said.
Anchor swung onto his bike.“You’re not being held against your will.”
McKayla stared at him.
