Connections are not the best and it is after dark by the time they arrive in Plattsburgh. And it’s starting to rain.
They check into a Holiday Inn as Mr. and Mrs. Charles Reid. Her pulse is racing-not because of the deception at the registration desk but because Ellen is hardly thirty miles from here and by tomorrow night at this time with a little luck it all will be accomplished: reunited and the dangers behind them.
If all goes well.
He carries the bags into the room and kicks the door shut behind him. “We mustn’t keep meeting like this.” He sets the bags down. “Lovey dove, you want to get a drink and some dinner or do you just want to get laid?”
Sex ought to be the farthest thing from her mind right now. So many details to think about …
She reaches for his hand. “Undress me. We can eat and drink later.”