Back at the hotel, Kimmy followed Darryl and Scott into the elevator and up to their room on the fifth floor. Darryl cradled the plain brown bag from the ABC store in both arms so the bottom wouldn’t tear out, and he kept flashing her a silly little grin. When they reached the room, Scott swiped his keycard through the lock and pushed inside the room, holding the door open so the others could follow behind him. “It isn’t much, I’m afraid,” he said. “At least the bed’s made, which is more than I can say about our room back home.”
“That’s your job, Mr. Neat Freak,” Darryl teased. He leaned against the door and let Kimmy pass by him. “After you, m’lady.”
She gave him a nervous smile. “You know I’ve never done this sort of thing before, right?”
“What’s that?” Scott asked. “Come back to some
