John waited for a breathless declaration of love. “Hmmm, that’s not quite right,” she said, then reached out and mussed his hair.“Stop that,” he protested. “It took me hours to get it just right. Also, why is hotel security after you?”She didn’t answer. Just stood up, bent over, mussed her own hair, flung her head back, grinned at his gasp of appreciation, then grabbed the comforter and slung it over her shoulders.She marched to the door and opened it. “Whaaat?” she whined. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”Two men peered past her, and John at once realized what they thought they were seeing: a barely clad redhead, an unclad John, lights out, shades drawn, and an air of musk and impatience pervading the room.The smaller man, dressed in a blue suit, shirt, and tie that made him look embalmed, rubbed his hands together. John could hear the rasping sound all the way across the room. “Sorry—so sorry—there’s been—that is to say—”The taller man shouldered him aside.
