But I didn’t respond.
Because when I told Marianne—Hunter—that I loved her, I was going to be balls deep inside that tight pussy of hers.
And I’d cover her with my body as I stared into her gorgeous, blue eyes.
Then I’d tell her.
All of it.
So she’d finally know.
Because, after thirty-four fucking years—she deserved to hear it.
And God only knows I needed to get it off my chest once and for all.
“Marianne,” I said, and I could feel myself grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat, “go lock the goddamn door.”
“Fine, but if my husband gets back and has a fit, I’m blaming you.” The sound of her rustling off the bed, and padding her way to the door sounded from my phone.
I heard her latch the inside lock, and felt some of the tension ease off my shoulders.
“Your husband thanks you for listening.” The elevator dinged, and I stepped inside.
“I always listen,” she said as I heard more rustling. Marianne climbed back into bed and arranged herself.
Again, I laughed. “You almost never listen.” Which was exactly the reason I currently kept her on the damn phone.
To keep an eye on her.
And make sure she didn’t bolt on me.
Again.
The doors glided open, displaying a fairly dead lobby. My eyes spotted the small gift shop, and I headed directly for it.
If I could find what I needed there, it would save me time. And I’d get back to my wife faster.
“I listen too well,” she said, and I watched her snuggle into a pillow. “Where are you going? There’s a small store in the lobby you should try first,” she suggested with a yawn.
I turned the phone around briefly. “That’s where I’m going first.”
Only a few people were in the store. It contained standard issue as far as hotel stores went.
Crappy tourist shit.
A few coolers with pop, water, and dairy.
Shelves of incidentals that travelers might have forgotten to pack.
Or, what older newlyweds didn’t know they’d need.
Well, let’s hope they had what we needed.
“It doesn’t look busy,” Marianne said, her voice sounding sleepy.
I turned my phone around and held it to my face. “Swear to Christ, Marianne. If you’re sleeping when I get back—”
She laughed, and said, “Then get me a cola.” A slight pause, then she added, “And some chocolate.”