Thirteen
Wyatt
Finally, I got to turn in the damn bellhop uniform. Not that exchanging it for a housekeeping uniform is much better. Especially since it’s made from the same material as the bellhop’s. Polyester is my new existence. I have to say it’s durable. When a guest spilled her coffee on me two days ago, I barely had to wipe it clean.
My phone rings over my Bluetooth. Seeing it’s my mom, I’d better answer now rather than let it go to voicemail. “Hey, Mom.”
“Two weeks and no calls. I had to follow your i********: after Haylee told me how beautiful Alaska looks.”
Cue my mom’s melodrama.
“Well, I am working, and besides, all you like to talk about lately is my future never-going-to-be wife.” I turn down Main Street and spot Liam hanging up a sign outside one of the shops. He must
