He has a key that unlocks the door to the inn.
“I don’t think we should be here,” I say, unsure. Isn’t he finished with this charade yet? “David…”
He pushes open the heavy door. “It’s fine.”
I expect it to be dark inside, locked up tight and musty, closed until tomorrow morning, so I’m surprised to find an oily lamp burning on the desk. That can’t be safe.
In a low whisper, he tells me, “Marie knows I come in late. She leaves a light out for me.”
“Marie?” The Human Resource manager at the main office? The one who’s going to chew my ass out because I hung around after hours? She knows he stays here late? I’m not sure if he’s playing with me or not. “David, this…”
“Shh,” he says. “Everyone’s asleep.”
Everyone. As if we aren’t the only ones here.
I wait while he locks the door and poc
