she asked. She was still half asleep. “I was going to surprise you. We came back a day early.”I sat on the edge of the bed and touched her face. “Oh, I must smell disgusting. I got drunk with Jack. If I’d only known—”“But not at his place, right? Because he didn’t pick up when I phoned.”“No, you’re right. We were with some friends of his.”“The hotel was nice about letting me in. They said you aren’t here very often.”“That’s because I sneak past them and don’t eat the chocolates they put on the pillow and make my own bed—”“You do?” She was sitting up now. “Why would you make your own bed?” She yawned and politely covered her mouth.“You know I have a phobia about hotels. I don’t like the idea of sleeping on beds that other people have touched.”“We should get a little apartment of our own.” Alex stretched. “I was so worried. Are you really that drunk?”“I must smell like a distillery. Hey, welcome back! I know, why don’t we both get cleaned up and go over to the Edwardian Room for eggs Benedict?”“That’s a good idea.”
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