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I can’t finish my sentence because his mouth is on mine. It’s on mine for along time.Long enough that my rear end falls asleep from the odd angle I’m sitting on it, and I try to readjust my position.
“Stop wiggling,” Bobby grits out.
“What? My butt’s asleep. I need to get some feeling back into it.”
“Just … don’t.” He briefly closes his eyes. “It’s probably best for us to get out. It’s a little cramped in here.”
I smirk at him. “You weren’t complaining about that ten seconds ago.”
He chuckles. “I most certainly was not. But now that I’m thinking about it, I’m getting a little claustrophobicand,”he states, “that has nothing to do with the company, so don’t even think it.”
“Yes, sir.” I giggle. “Or do I mean no, sir?”
Bobby takes a deep breath and shakes his head at me. “You’re killing me. Now, lean in so when I open the door, you don’t fall out.”
Getting out of the car is almost as difficult and entertaining as making my way onto his lap was, since I’m facing away from the door. When we’re both finally on our feet, a slow clap starts upbehind us. I whirl around and am not surprised to see Wendy, Randall, and Diego’s beaming faces. Diego is the one clapping.
I point back and forth between Bobby and Diego. “Don’t you dare speak Spanish to each other right now.”
“I’ll say it in English, then,” Wendy proclaims.“Bravo!”She claps quickly a few times and then laughs. “Oh, wait. That’s Italian.”
Bobby’s arm slips around me, and he pulls me in front of him and loops both arms around my torso. “Show’s over, folks. Some privacy would be appreciated.”
“Spoilsport,” Wendy says, as her husband tugs her toward the hotel lobby doors.
“Come on, Diego,” Randall orders, “let’s give them some privacy.”
As they go, Bobby turns me so we’re facing each other, and my hands land on his chest. He suggests, “Let’s say goodnight out here instead of in the hallway where we could be overheard.”
“I heard that!” Wendy calls.
“My point exactly!” Bobby yells back, resulting in a peal of laughter from our friend. “Get on inside, eavesdroppers!”
I peek over my shoulder to make sure they’re out of sight before saying, “I had a really good time tonight. And last night. And yesterday. And the day before.”
Bobby’s arms tighten around me and he gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Ditto.”
“All I get is a ditto and a tiny kiss?” I tease. I almost poke his chest but then remember that’s not good for my finger, so I refrain.
“I had astupendoustime tonight. And last night. And yesterday. And the day before.” He gives me a lingering kiss between each time frame he mentions.
I sigh. “That’s more like it.”
“I have a feeling we’ll also have an excellent time tomorrow. I just wish I didn’t need to head to L.A. as soon as we get back.”
“Me, too. But we can talk on the phone.” I tilt my head. “We should probably exchange phone numbers, huh?”
“We’ll definitely do that tomorrow. Now, kiss me one more time, and then we’ll head inside.”
twenty-four
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The red light is blinking on my hotel room phone when I enter the room after saying goodnight to Melissa one final time outside her room. I pick it up and dial 0 to call the front desk to see what the message is. The clerk tells me my daughter called about five hours ago and I should call her back immediately at the number she left.
My fingers shake as I dial the number I don’t recognize, and my heart leaps into my throat when the person on the other end answers, “UCLA Medical Center Emergency Department. How may I help you?”
“I’m returning a call from Kelli Jacobs. Is she there? Or Nanette Jacobs? I don’t know what’s going on, and I need to know right now!” I’m in full-on lawyer mode.
