“That I’ll never believe. You were up early. Did you manage to get any sleep?”
“Me? Sure. I was snug all wrapped up in the clean sheets you rented from the manager.”
“Did I snore?” He shoveled in the last bite and dropped his back to the bedspread, taking a deep breath.
“Not really.” She twisted her finger in the hem of his shirt. “I suppose you need this back.”
“It’ll probably be easier to get into a store. You know, no shirt, no service. That sort of thing.” He sat and reached for his boots.
“Isn’t that risky? I mean, you were worried about me getting coffee. Won’t stores have security cameras? Where will we go after that?”
“We’ll avoid showing our faces. But if we want to stay put somewhere, we’ll need supplies. Food, clothes—”
“A toothbrush,” she added.
They needed practical items to hide out. Kenderly would need things no matter who babysat her. If he was going to finish his assignment, he’d still need a way to defend himself...and a toothbrush wouldn’t hurt.
“You also need out of those four-inch monsters. How were you cutting hair like that? I don’t see how any woman walks around on stilts.”
“Isabella hired me to fix their hair, not cut it. I did that Wednesday. And I told you this, she said I could come to the party afterward. But I was just going to sit by the wall and watch. Maybe have a glass of champagne, try some of the food.” She shrugged her shoulders that were swallowed by his T-shirt.
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