“Hang on there, Daniela.”
“You keep calling me that, but now that we’re friends, you should call me Dani.”
“All right. But why don’t you wait to get undressed until the bellman brings your bag up here?”
“Okay. Good idea.” She plopped down on the bed. “Where are you going to sleep?”
“I have a room down the hall.”
When a knock sounded at the door, Clay let the bellman in, pointed out which suitcase stayed and which things went to the other rooms. Then he gave the young man a generous tip.
If the bellman—Paco, according to the badge on his shirt—wondered where the baby was who went with all the stuff going to Clay’s room, he didn’t ask.
“Gracias,” Paco said, giving a slight bow before leaving.
Clay ought to leave, too, but he wanted to make sure Daniela—Dani—was settled in for the night and safe. “I’ve got a wakeup call scheduled for five o’clock. Are you going to be okay with that?”
She nodded. “I’m an early bird.”
“Yeah. A little mockingbird.” When she scrunched her face, obviously a bit perplexed, he chuckled. “You’re a real jabberbox, Dani.”
She titled her head. “I am? Do you mean that in a bad way?”
“No,” he said. “Why don’t you go into the bathroom and get ready for bed. I’ll turn down the covers for you, okay?”
She slid him a grin. “Thanks, Clay. You’re really a nice guy. A true gentleman.”
Oh, yeah? Well he didn’t feel so nice. Or even remotely like a gentleman.
“Thank you so much,” she said.
For what? Taking her away from kids who probably needed her? Putting her on a plane when she was afraid of flying? Plying her full of alcohol, just to keep her from becoming troublesome?
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