In the quiet of the limousine, he sank back and closed his eyes, beyond relieved to be away from the cacophony. Serena didn’t say anything once they were settled in. She gazed out the window as the charming streets of Santa Barbara slid past. Maybe he wouldn’t have to explain what was going on. Maybe they could simply retire to their own rooms and never speak of this night again.
But then he wouldn’t be able to ask her about “Alison” and the senator.
By the time they got to the hotel, he was in a horrible mood. Serena was the only good thing in his life lately, and now it turned out she wasn’t even “Serena.” Awesome.
As soon as they were inside their suite and she’d kicked off her shoes, he went to the bar. “Would you like a drink? Red wine? Grapefruit vodka?” He cracked open a can of g
