Hewasright,of course.With thesuitcaserolling behind her,shewalkedthelastfewfeetofthe hallwayand intohisroom.
“I clearedouta drawerforyou andthere’ssomespacein theclosetifyou haveanything you’d liketohang up.”
“Thankyou,”shesaid,watching himslidehisarmsintoa blackdressshirt. Helooked delectable. Sitting on the endof thebed,heputon hissocksand shoes.
“HowdoI look?”heasked,giving her aknowing grin.
“Goodenough toeat,”shereplied.
Hekissed hersoftly.“Keepthatlookformeforwhen Igetbackhome.I’mlooking forwardto having you inmybed.”
“I wouldn’twanttobeanywhereelse.”