Ben laughed again. “I’m not sure I’d call myself handsome.” He was letting Samantha steer them to the hotel bar. It was dark and many of the other guests were doing something else that night. Samantha’s hair was down and it hid most of the scrapes that she’d gotten. She hoped that they would heal fast. She needed them to heal before the Martins saw her and decided to adopt her, as Samantha clearly couldn’t fend for herself.
“Well, I would,” Samantha said, “And I’d be the one writing the headlines.”
Ben c****d his head at that, but went with her up to the bar. Samantha ordered a fancy cocktail. She looked forward to the sting of lime. Citrus always helped to clear her head. Ben ordered a stout beer. They sat down together in a booth. It was out of the way and cozy.
“So what’d your editor
