““If you’ll excuse me, I need to go check on the other guests.” “It’s late,” he said. “Everyone’s in their rooms. Trust me, they’d come out if they needed something from you.” She cocked her head to listen, but not a soul was moving. “Not even a mouse,” he said with a smile, reading her mind. Then he took her Maglite and beamed it up the stairs. “See? No one. They’re all in bed. Tell me what else you need to do, I’ll help.” “Hmm,” she said. “And that means . . . ?” “The last time you ‘helped’ me, it’d been to remove my jeans,” she said.””
