Because I wasn’t alone.
Raff was sitting in one of the chairs near the window, hair still wet, legs out, looking at home. And like he might have been there a while.
But, God, how long?
Long enough to have heard me in the shower?
It should have been something akin to embarrassment that flooded me. Why, then, was it a warmth instead?
“How’d you get in here?”
“Two keys, remember? I took your extra one.”
“Why?”
“Because someone told me yesterday that you have a bad habit of losing cards.”
I did tell him that.
Leave it to Raff to remember such an inconsequential detail.
“Oh.”
“I did knock.”
The only way I wouldn’t have heard that was if I was in the shower.
All I could do was pray the walls at the hotel were thicker than they looked.
“I was doing my hair.”
The way his lips twitched ever so slightly told me all I needed to know. He’d been here a while. He’d heard. He knew I was trying to cover. But, bless him, he didn’t bring it up.
“So, food,” he said instead.
“Yes, food. I’m starving.”
“How willing are you to step outside of the box with food options?”
Normally, not at all. I was pretty rigid about my food. I wasn’t blessed with the kind of metabolism that allowed me to eat whatever I wanted and just take one Pilates class a week to maintain my frame. I had to be smart and careful.
But this was vacation.
Why not indulge a little?
“Depends on how wild we’re talking. I’m not eating weird meats.”
“How wide or narrow is your definition of ‘weird meat?’”
“What do you mean?”
“Hot dogs.”
“You want to eathot dogsfor dinner?”
“Wait. Wait. Not just any hot dogs. Sonoran hot dogs.”
“What is a Sonoran hot dog?”
