love you more than anything.”
“I love you, too. Promise you’ll write to me all the time.”
“All the time. And you’ll write to me, too.”
She smiles. “I will.”
“Okay. So this will be our last day together for a while. I’m going to ask Andrew to send a doctor here to look at Bethy.”
Bean looks away, his jaw set in a tense line.
“And then,” I continue, “we can watch movies and order room service.”
Bethy grins and stretches out on the bed. “Sounds like fun. I miss movies so much.”
I stand and walk to the door, promising to return soon. After taking the elevator down to the lobby and getting a strange look when I ask the desk clerk to borrow a phone, I call Andrew. I’m standing right next to the front desk on a cordless phone, the clerk likely eavesdropping on my call. But better him than Bean.
“Hello?” he answers in a deep, crisp tone.
“Andrew, it’s Quinn.”
“Quinn.” His voice softens. “Hi.”
“Hi. I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
I smile at his response. A wealthy businessman is sort of at my beck and call. How is this my life?
“Can you send a doctor to the hotel room?” I lower my voice and cup my hand around the bottom of the phone and my mouth. “Someone who will just treat someone without asking questions.”
“Is it you? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s not me.” I’m practically whispering now. “Can you just do it? Please?”
“Of course. I’ll make a call right now.”
“Thank you.”
After a pause he says, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you then.”
I hang up and hand the phone back to the clerk. Relief floods me. Finally, a doctor will see Bethy.
On the elevator ride back up to the room, I briefly consider asking Andrew to help Bethy and Bean get to Mexico. But, no. I can’t risk telling him about them. The stakes are too high. I’ll have to rely on Bean’s experience with subverting laws and hiding.
But first, I’m going to spend the day at Bethy’s side. We’ll laugh and relax and overindulge the way sisters should. For the first time in more than four years, I can just be with her and not worry about anything.
The next morning, I hug my arms tightly around myself as I ride the elevator down to the hotel lobby. Nervousness hit as soon as I left the cocoon of warmth in the bed I’d been sharing with Bethy.
I’m still wearing the clothes Dawson brought for my night with Andrew. The only other clothes I have are the ones I was wearing when I arrived at the hotel that day to be made over. They’re too dirty and ragged to even consider wearing.
Not only am I self-conscious about wearing the same clothes for the third day in a row, I’m concerned that Andrew won’t like me with no makeup and my hair tied back in a simple ponytail. But there’s no makeup artist and hair stylist this time, just me.
When I step off the elevator and onto the fancy marble floor of the lobby, I see him. Andrew is standing with his arms crossed, looking at a painting on the lobby wall.
He turns as I approach. Again, he’s perfectly put together, wearing khakis and a blue dress shirt with a dark wool coat. I have to remind myself that I can hold my own with him. It doesn’t matter how rich he is or how broke I am.
“Quinn,” he says, his eyes lighting.
“Hi.”
“Did the doctor I sent take care of things?”
“Yes, thank you.”
The doctor was young and exceptionally kind. He looked Bethy over thoroughly and wrote her a prescription for an antibiotic. When my panic registered over being unsure I could fill a prescription without ID, he left and came back with the medicine.
I’d hated to ask Andrew for that favor, knowing he’d likely find out from the doctor that I was with a teenage girl and a man. But Bethy’s health was more important.
“How about breakfast?” Andrew asks. “There’s a place near here.”
I nod. We walk across the ornate lobby to the tall glass doors leading outside. A doorman nods
“I love you, too. Promise you’ll write to me all the time.”
“All the time. And you’ll write to me, too.”
She smiles. “I will.”
“Okay. So this will be our last day together for a while. I’m going to ask Andrew to send a doctor here to look at Bethy.”
Bean looks away, his jaw set in a tense line.
“And then,” I continue, “we can watch movies and order room service.”
Bethy grins and stretches out on the bed. “Sounds like fun. I miss movies so much.”
I stand and walk to the door, promising to return soon. After taking the elevator down to the lobby and getting a strange look when I ask the desk clerk to borrow a phone, I call Andrew. I’m standing right next to the front desk on a cordless phone, the clerk likely eavesdropping on my call. But better him than Bean.
“Hello?” he answers in a deep, crisp tone.
“Andrew, it’s Quinn.”
“Quinn.” His voice softens. “Hi.”
“Hi. I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
I smile at his response. A wealthy businessman is sort of at my beck and call. How is this my life?
“Can you send a doctor to the hotel room?” I lower my voice and cup my hand around the bottom of the phone and my mouth. “Someone who will just treat someone without asking questions.”
“Is it you? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s not me.” I’m practically whispering now. “Can you just do it? Please?”
“Of course. I’ll make a call right now.”
“Thank you.”
After a pause he says, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you then.”
I hang up and hand the phone back to the clerk. Relief floods me. Finally, a doctor will see Bethy.
On the elevator ride back up to the room, I briefly consider asking Andrew to help Bethy and Bean get to Mexico. But, no. I can’t risk telling him about them. The stakes are too high. I’ll have to rely on Bean’s experience with subverting laws and hiding.
But first, I’m going to spend the day at Bethy’s side. We’ll laugh and relax and overindulge the way sisters should. For the first time in more than four years, I can just be with her and not worry about anything.
The next morning, I hug my arms tightly around myself as I ride the elevator down to the hotel lobby. Nervousness hit as soon as I left the cocoon of warmth in the bed I’d been sharing with Bethy.
I’m still wearing the clothes Dawson brought for my night with Andrew. The only other clothes I have are the ones I was wearing when I arrived at the hotel that day to be made over. They’re too dirty and ragged to even consider wearing.
Not only am I self-conscious about wearing the same clothes for the third day in a row, I’m concerned that Andrew won’t like me with no makeup and my hair tied back in a simple ponytail. But there’s no makeup artist and hair stylist this time, just me.
When I step off the elevator and onto the fancy marble floor of the lobby, I see him. Andrew is standing with his arms crossed, looking at a painting on the lobby wall.
He turns as I approach. Again, he’s perfectly put together, wearing khakis and a blue dress shirt with a dark wool coat. I have to remind myself that I can hold my own with him. It doesn’t matter how rich he is or how broke I am.
“Quinn,” he says, his eyes lighting.
“Hi.”
“Did the doctor I sent take care of things?”
“Yes, thank you.”
The doctor was young and exceptionally kind. He looked Bethy over thoroughly and wrote her a prescription for an antibiotic. When my panic registered over being unsure I could fill a prescription without ID, he left and came back with the medicine.
I’d hated to ask Andrew for that favor, knowing he’d likely find out from the doctor that I was with a teenage girl and a man. But Bethy’s health was more important.
“How about breakfast?” Andrew asks. “There’s a place near here.”
I nod. We walk across the ornate lobby to the tall glass doors leading outside. A doorman nods
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