Notorious. Vicki Thompson Lewis
could sleep there, which was as far from the bedroom as he could hope to get and still be in the suite. She hated to tell him, but it wouldn’t be far enough.
Finally he looked at her. “Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding?” She held out her hands and spun around on the smooth stone floor. “I love it!”
He smiled, although he still seemed a little on the nervous side. “Well, good. That’s good.”
“Don’t you?”
“I…” He took off his hat and tapped it against his thigh. Then he ran his hand through his hair, combing it back from his forehead. “I don’t know. It’s so different. No couch, no chairs, no coffee table, no lamps. And where’s the TV?”
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