Therewasapause.“Excuseme?”Histonewashard,likehewasn’ttold ‘no’veryoften.He probablywasn’t.
“Imean,I’llberightout. I’m… I’m naked.”
“Naked?”hereplied,thehardnessinhisvoicereplacedwithsomethingthatmadeherskin heat.
“I’m getting changed,”shetackedonweakly.“I’ll be outin aminute.”
Nowthatshe’dsaidasmuch,Gigifoundheryogapantsandat-shirttochangeinto.Shepulled onher runnersand tried zippingupthedamn suitcaseagain.This time,theteeth onthezipslid togetherperfectly. Tugging on thehandle,theweightinsidecausedthecasetocrash tothefloor.
“Gigi?”hecalled again.“What’sgoing on?”
“I’mcomingoutnow,”shereplied,grittingherteethasshetuggedonthehandletogetit moving. Whenshesteppedintotheliving room,Max’sexpression stoleherbreath.