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beers did we both have?
Let’s get out of here.”
    He slipped an arm around Suzanna’s slim
waist, and she sort of melted against his side as they walked out
of the bar, into the large lobby. She felt good, pressed against
him. Not too tall, not too short. And she smelled good, too. And he
liked her hair. All sort of short and spikey. Like Dusty’s, but a
much deeper, darker red, and it looked a hell of a lot better on
Suze.
    “You didn’t feed me, you know,” she said when
they stopped in front of the bank of elevators.
    “I didn’t? Sorry, Suze. Didn’t you eat at the
ball park? You love hot dogs at ball parks.”
    Suzanna held on to his arm as she lifted one
foot after the other; stepping out of her high heels. “That was
hours ago, Tim, and I only had one. All I’ve had for hours are the
pretzels the bartender gave us, and you ate most of those.”
    “You’re right, sorry,” he said, helping her
into the elevator. “Here’s another question, since there’s no
number on the key card. What floor, Suze?”
    “Fifteen,” she said. “Fifteen-twenty-three,”
she concluded, grinning at him as if she’d just said something
brilliant. “See? I’m not drunk, Tim. I’m in fifteen-twenty-three...
two, fifteen-twenty-two.”
    She held up two fingers. “Three.
Fifteen-twenty-three.”
    “So much for waving you goodbye from the
elevator and going on up to nineteen.” The doors opened on fifteen,
and he took her hand, led her onto the floor.
    “Pick one, Suze,” he said as he walked down
the hallway and she sort of danced along beside him, lazily
waving her high heels. “Two, or three?”
    She stopped, giggled. “Does it matter? Why
don’t we just try them both?”
    “Oh, boy, Suze is snockered,” Tim said
quietly, pulling the key card out of his pocket and inserting it in
fifteen-twenty-three. Always go with first instincts; that was his
motto. The light turned green, and he pulled down the handle,
opened the door. “Here we go, home again, home again.”
    “Oh, you’re so smart,” Suzanna said, sliding
past him, trailing her fingertips across his chest as she went.
    “Are you going to be all right?” he asked,
flipping the light switch just inside the door, then following
Suzanna. “Suze?”
    She’d stopped, just beside the king-size bed
that took up most of the room, dropping her shoes onto the floor.
Expense account, he figured instantly, looking around the room.
Nice enough hotel, but let’s not spring for anything too fancy,
spoil the hired help.
    Yeah. Like he cared. He was in enough
trouble, looking at Suze in that body-hugging dress that ended a
good three inches above her knees.
    Looking at Suze looking at the bed.
    “Isn’t that funny? I’ve been here a week and
never noticed. Big, isn’t it?” she said, looking down at the
bed.
    “Yeah, sure,” Tim said, rubbing at the back
of his neck. It was that. Big.
    She turned to him, her smile sort of wobbly.
She pressed both hands, palms flat, against his chest, and sort of
leaned into him. “I have a confession to make.”
    “No, you don’t,” Tim said quickly, deciding
that he was the sober one here. Well, the least drunk anyway.
    “No confessions, Suze. They’re bad for the
soul.”
    “No, silly, they’re good for the
soul.” Suzanna looked up at him, her huge green eyes sort of
dreamy. And deep, like some wild, bottomless ocean. A guy, if he
wasn’t careful, and sober, could drown in those eyes.
    “Tell you what, Suze,” he said, ignoring the
fact that her lips were fuller than he’d ever remembered. Julia
Roberts lips, opening over a set of perfect white teeth that he’d
never known could be a turn-on for him. Teeth? Who would have
thought it?
    “Hmmm?”
    “What?” he asked her, swallowing down on the
sudden lump in his throat.
    “You said you’d tell me what, Tim. So...
what?”
    “Oh, right. Tell you what, Suze,” he said,
realizing that, somehow, his hands had found their way around her
waist, “we’ll