. . Maybe her mind was just spinning from too much wine. She shook her head hard to clear it, but it still felt like a jumble—a good jumble. All of her thoughts right now—for once—were good. She moved her leg closer to Ace’s to play footsie. He’d drifted off more than a half hour ago, but she wanted him to wake up, keep her company. They’d had a few moments of conversation over dinner in the suite—prime rib, red potatoes, bottle of red wine—but it all seemed to be building to one thing, the bedroom. Now she was wide awake and wanted to really talk, get to know him better, find out more about his background, how he got in the business. She turned to look at the clock—11:48—and sighed. First session would start tomorrow morning at eight, and she wanted to be her best self. Better try to get to sleep, just close her eyes and— “Journey On” started playing, one of the songs recorded by Ace’s band. She lifted her head to find his phone. It was on the nightstand but stopped after several seconds, then started up again.
