“As tempting as the offer is,” he made a face and stood up, “we both need to shower first. As you said, you have vomit on you,” he pointed to the yellow stain on her shirt. “Vomit?”
“No, mustard from Lark’s hotdog. Ollie threw it at Grady, and he used me as a human shield.”
“She threw food?”
“It’s not the first time, won’t be the last,” she made a face and stood up from the lounger and walked to the patio doors back inside the suite and headed to the elevators.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my room. We talked, I’m going to shower and then take full advantage of my first night off in weeks.”
“We’re having dinner. You can shower here.”
“No.” She refused his demand with a sneer. “I’m quite confident my night involves a shower, room service and bed.”
“Which can all be done from here
