Page 152 of Love Undiscovered
“Where's your bag?” Lexie asks.
“I don't even have my gun, apparently. Why would I have a bag?” I ask.
“Well, clearly you didn’t think this was going to work out well if you weren’t planning to spend the night,” Kat says.
“Well, clearly it doesn't matter since you two would be here anyway,” I say.
“We're getting our own room,” Lexie says.
“Really?” I ask. “You're getting your own room at the same hotel as the largest chemical engineering convention in the nation?”
“Oh,” Lexie says. “I didn't think about that.”
“Sucks to be you, Bauer,” Kat says. “Dibs on sleeping with Remi!”
“Wait, where am I going to sleep?” Lexie asks.
“In the other bed,” Kat says.
“Then where's Bauer gonna sleep?” she asks.
“In a chair,” Kat says as though she has it all figured out.
“Or,” I say. “I can sleep with Remi and you two can have the other bed.”
“That could work too,” Kat says with a wink, that makes her look like she's having a face spasm.
The girl can't wink.
“I got this, Kat,” Lexie says. Then she turns to me and winks, a perfectly adorable and sassy wink.
“It's why you're my bestie, Lex,” Kat says as she hugs her around the shoulders. “The yin to my other yang.”
We make our way through the parking garage, I offer to carry the girls' bags, but they refuse. So I fidget with the keys, not really knowing what else to do with my hands. But that seems to make me more anxious, so I shove them in my pocket.
We get to the elevator bay and wait for the car’s descent. The doors open right about the time I’m tempted to just take the stairs.
“Settle down, sparky,” Kat says. “Getting there faster isn't going to make any difference.”
“You never know,” Lexie says.
“Maybe not,” I say. “But it would make me feel better.”
“Did you bring a peace offering?” Kat asks.
“What do you mean?”
“You know,” Lexie says. “Like flowers or something.”
“I'm already doing the grand gesture. I have to have flowers too?”
“Or something, yes,” Lexie says.
Kat glares at me.
“I didn't know,” I say.
“I thought you had three sisters?” Kat asks.
