ney

aid still trying to

e might be all macho about not needing help but from t

it would be her fault because she kept on asking h

llowed this go too

playing the game but I didn'

here you would be will

ing, which only worried me more a

s where I want to be now," He said an

irections to the hotel," He

ut I could drive because my father made sure

ould we go" "Hey"

ticing that he seemed to be leaning on me more and more the further we

eresting look. "Don't suppose I could co

n truly plastered. "That's very sweet," I told him. "But g

old him. "You would

I said that but th

," he told her. But he fished his keycard out of one po

m off my shoulders, leaving me feeling od

hotel room at three in the morning? Pr

t? I could use

my lonesome, and I had always wanted to see a penthouse. And he looked harmless. he wouldn't attack me. .

re I have a minibar around here somewhere." he looked around t

g the door, I tried not t

ugly hotel prints hung on the walls, illuminated by their spotlights. A pair of sliding doors led of

ohol in hand. "I have never gotten to a hotel room and thought, damn it, where is a piano when y

a cab this late. And I'd be a sad sack if I was a lo

was interested in the su

but keep staring at the

me and held his bottle out to me in a toast. "Bottoms up," I told him, and then sipped it. The alcohol had a delic

ays curious about things

d her. "I'm not even sure I know

g hotel room was a mess of rooms-and peered

at it was about this man but there was just something about him t