by Beth Labonte
Oddly enough, it did.
“Sold,” I say, my heart pounding. My head nodding. “I mean, yes.”
“Yes?” His face lights up.
“Yes. Of course. I don’t want this to end tonight either.” I put the box of donuts down on the sidewalk and throw my arms around his neck.
Back at the hotel, it’s a very different trip up the elevator than it was on the way down. There’s a different type of tension in the air as the floors tick by, ever so slowly. We finally arrive at the twenty-third, and the doors slide open.
“I’ll get us a room, and meet you in the lobby in twenty?” asks Jamie.
I just have to drop off the donuts and grab my toothbrush. Of course, if they’re awake, the girls are going to want an explanation. That could take a while. No. All I need to do is say the name Jamie, and Anna will understand. She can fill them in. Me, I’ve got no more time to waste.
“Better make it ten,” I say.
Then the doors slide shut, and I’m off.
The End
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Other books by Beth Labonte:
What Stays in Vegas
Summer at Sea
Summer at Sunset