Chapter Eight
Mallory and Baxter got some strange looks as they hurried through the hotel foyer towards the lifts, shivering and dripping water on the marble floors as they went.
Baxter stabbed at the button to call the elevator, and turned to Mallory, forcing a smile past his chattering teeth. “Bloody hell, talk about biblical rain. Don’t get me wrong, I love this city, but back in London, at least we’d have been able to hail a cab. They’re hard to find here—easier to hail a bike!”
“Wouldn’t have made a difference. We were on a pedestrianised street.”
“Oh yeah. Duh. Damn it! Where’s the lift, I’m freezing!”
He looked it, too. Despite his cheesy chat up lines, he was a gentleman and had given her his sweater. Naturally, it wasn’t waterproof, so didn’t help her that much, but it was th
