“She probably wonders what happened,” I laughed. “I still can’t believe I dropped my phone in the glass of water.”
“That was hilarious,” he chortled, setting his coffee cup on the bedside table.
“It was funny,” I agreed. “Except, now I don’t have a phone.”
“We’ll get you one today,” he assured me, “before your hormonal mom tries to track us down. Our road trip isn’t quite over yet.”
“Where are we going next?”
He shrugged, looking away from me. It was evasive behavior from him and it piqued my curiosity immediately.
“Trace,” I probed.
“I thought we’d stay here for another day,” he mumbled, plucking at the white sheet. “Then head out.”
“M’kay,” I eyed him. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing,” he insisted. “I just want to hang here with my wife.” He batted his eyes innocently.
“Yeah, right. Come on, spit it out. I’m not dumb, Trace. What do you have up your sleeve? You’re not going to make me jump out of a plane are you? ‘Cause I’m definitely not doing that.”
He laughed at that, shaking his head. “No planes,” he promised when he had regained the ability to speak.
“So, what is it then? And don’t you dare say, ‘nothing,’” I mimicked his tone.
“It’s a surprise,” he admitted, glancing towards the window so he didn’t have to look at me. “Be patient.”
“Fine,” I reluctantly agreed. I knew there was no point in pushing him. If Trace said he had a surprise for me, then his lips were sealed.
“I’m gonna head down and get some breakfast,” he said after we’d been quiet for a few minutes. “Do you want to come with me? Or would you rather I brought food up here?”
I stretched out, letting the plaid shirt I was wearing fall open. “I think here sounds like I pretty good idea to me.”
His eyes widened, scanning over my stomach and up to my breasts concealed behind a lacy black bra.
“Oh, fuck the food.”
Two hours later we were sitting in bed, finally eating breakfast. I was starving. By the time I was full, there wasn’t a single crumb left on my plate.
“Uh,” I placed the plate on the end table and laid my head down on the pillow. “I’m so full.”
“You were hungry,” he chuckled. “That happens when you burn a lot of calories.”
I smacked his arm lightly.
“I’m sleepy now,” I crooked an arm over my eyes, shielding them from the sunlight streaming in through the window.
“No,” he pried my arm away. “We don’t have time for sleepiness. We should go explore the town. This place seems…cute.”
“Uh,” I groaned. “I don’t think I can move for at least five hours.”
“You can do it. I believe in you,” he winked, beaming at me. Damn him and his cheerfulness. I wish I felt that peppy. But I was exhausted and my muscles were sore.
He kept smiling at me, willing me to cave, and eventually I did. I never could resist his charms. “Fine,” I sat up, smoothing my hair b
ack.
“I knew you’d eventually agree,” he hopped off the bed, riffling through his duffel bag.