in San Antonio, and Christina is dragging her feet when we walk through the door. If this had been our honeymoon, like it should have been, I would have carried her across the threshold, but I settle for carrying all of the luggage instead. I'm not sure why Christina needed such a huge suitcase for a four day getaway. My cellphone buzzes against my hip, but I ignore it. Tio wasn't happy when I told him I was taking Friday through Monday off. I feel bad for leaving him, but I don't have a choice. Christina needs me more than he does.Christina eyes the two queen beds like they've got bedbugs or herpes. Heat creeps into the back of my neck when she shoots me a sour look before trudging toward the bathroom. It's been over a month since I refused to share a bed with her, and she's still giving me a guilt trip about it. I don't bother unpacking my things. We'll only be in this hotel for one night, then tomorrow we're going to do something a little different. I'm taking her to a mountain resort a little over an hour's drive outside Vegas.
