Page 62 of His Secret Gift

“I’ve never done that.”

“Really? I can’t stand living out of a suitcase.”

“Huh. Maybe I’ll get like that after traveling more.”

She nods.

But when she’s done, she joins me and wrings her hands together and squeals. “So, you’re going out with us tonight, right?”

I’m scared, but I also know I need to take full advantage while I’m in Morocco.

“Yes.”

“Oh, good! It’s going to be so much fun.” When she stands, she reaches out for my hand. “I think Denver said he was in the Allen room. Let’s go find it and get the itinerary.”

I stare in awe as we walk around the luxurious hotel.

“I can’t believe this is my life,” I admit to her.

She giggles.

“Believe it, baby.”

When we find his door, we knock on it.

“Hey guys! Come on in!”

“Where’s your roommate?” I ask after failing to see another person or luggage that isn’t his.

He holds his arms out. “Advantage of being a bosun. I get the room all to myself.”

“Too bad Maria isn’t here to share it with you,” Callie jokes.

He sticks his tongue out at her.

His digs are a little smaller than ours, but there’s an exquisite headboard made of highly intricate dark wood and blue fabric plus two pretty glass/flower light fixtures at either side of the bed.

The small bottle of brown liquor that he’s drinking signifies that he hasn’t wasted any time getting into the minibar.

“Can I have some of that?” Callie asks.

He hands it over, and she takes a swig—careful not to put her mouth on it.

“Woo! Kayla?” She offers it to me, but I put my hand up to block it.

“No thanks. I mean, not—not yet.”

She sucks air through her teeth. “Fair enough. So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

He tips it up into the air again before answering, “Well, the club doesn’t open until 11:30.”

“What?” That’s insane.

They exchange looks.

“Things work a little differently here, kid,” Denver says with a smile. Although, I don’t appreciate him calling me “kid.”

“Yeah, they open late and close around five or six in the morning.”

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