Chapter 5
The tiny hotel shower the size of a shoe box hadn’t washed away Charles's kiss and Sandi was glad for that.
The room she’d paid for had a twin bed and not the normal queen bed most American hotels had, but the sparseness didn’t matter.
Sandi twirled around her closet-sized hotel room humming.
She hadn’t hummed since she was in that high school production of Man of La Mancha, yet here she was--happy.
She chose clothes from where she'd hung them in the small armoire and glanced out the window toward a glowing florescent red and gold restaurant sign.
When she thought about Paris and the Eiffel Tower she’d never thought she’d smell rice cakes.
Granted, the room only showed a Chinese food restaurant and a crowded street, but this was still Paris, and she'd been kissed.
Her pla
