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that fascinating stuff. Then I’m going to wander back to my room, eat a Caesar salad and watch tv while I wait to drop off to sleep.  I have no intention to even think about what’s his name, maybe I’ll meet a nameless, faceless accountant and hook up for a one night stand, you know how wild bean counters can be.” Ripping of a bite of toast, she started chewing, hopefully putting an end to this train of thought.
    “A. Do sexy accountants actually exist? 2. You will not fuck a stranger. You and I both know that, and let the transcript indicate the truth to which you will not admit, that you will, most certainly, spend almost all of your evenings thinking of Dan the man, likely having a yellow pages moment or two even.”  Kaelyn was feeling smug, she knew Cora.
    “Whatever, your ordering doesn’t even make any sense and your data is junk, so you can’t even make a weak case , and KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN, other people from work eat here.”  Taking the last bite of egg on her plate, Cora pulls out a twenty and leaves it on the table.  “I need to go. I want to beat traffic and I want to make sure I get my king bed room with the whirlpool tub.  I love you but you’re crazy, go home. Play with your toddlers, put them to bed, fuck your husband’s brains out and don’t give me another thought until I get back, and that includes picking out my china pattern, I mean it.  Wait, yellow pages moment, what the hell does that even mean?”
    “You know, let your fingers do the walking,” Kaelyn said with a brow waggle.
    Rolling her eyes, she gave a huff, walked out of the diner, and headed to the parking lot.
    As she climbed into her Beetle, she banged the door shut a little harder than she probably needed to; she plugged in her iPod and cranked up the tunes. She had at least three hours ahead of her, even more if she hit traffic; she wanted her own tunes to listen to while she battled the other metal beasts on the road.  She sang out loud; and every flirty, sappy love song that came up made her think of Daniel, clearly she had no self-control when it came to marshaling her wayward mind away from him.
    Pulling in to the DoubleTree she decided to splurge and valet park. She grabbed her suitcase, her laptop tote, and her garment bag; she didn’t really need to wear a suit, but she always liked to make a good first impression on day one of these things. She had no intention of leaving Boston Pharma but you never knew when there was a headhunter in the crowd.
    She not only got her king bed with whirlpool tub but it wa s a corner room; how she scored it she had no idea, but she thanked the hotel gods for her good fortune. Rejoicing in the fact that she was far away from the elevator, she splurged on the porter service to deliver her bags while she registered at the conference’s welcome desk and took the lay of the land. 
    Everything seemed typical, she stopped in the bar, and had a diet soda with some colleagues she’d met at conferences and training session in the area.  It was nice to catch up and talk to people w ho actually got her accounting humor, okay, so maybe it being accounting and not actually humorous to anyone but them they still laughed.  At six-thirty p.m., she excused herself and wandered up to her room.  She had laughed and relaxed with a group of people without feeling completely self-conscious for a change.
    After unpacking her bags, she may only be there for four days but she likes to feel at home wherever she was, she ran a hot bath, threw in some of the foaming bath salts she’d brought from home, some candles and put on a bath time playlist.  After soaking until she resembled a prune, she wrapped herself in the comfy plush terry robe, called for room service for salad and some strawberry sorbet as a treat, and settled in.
    While waiting for room service she pulled out her cute pink laptop, she refused to carry a blackberry and plugged it in to the hotel’s network.  After making sure there