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I looked over at the cart the maid must have left behind opposite our adjoining rooms and quirked a brow. “I don’t think those are for us to take. They’re probably already in our rooms.”
Sophie waved a hand in the air and shooed me away. “Please. These goodies in the carts are meant to be taken. You know that Mom always used to say that.”
“Yeah, but Dad always said she was wrong,” I countered, remembering our childhood and the vacations we’d take as a family.
Daphne took a handful of bar soaps and plopped them in her open purse, ignoring us. “Next time I have to bring a bigger purse.”
I ran a hand through my hair that I took out of its bun once we got out of the car. “Come on, we don’t want to get caught.”
“The robes,” Sophie exclaimed.
“What about them?” I was almost too afraid to ask, shuttering at the prospect of Daphne trying to stick that in her purse, too.
Daphne chuckled. “Soph, Coco, and I have a bit of a tradition.” Uh-oh. I could only imagine.
Coco turned to me again and explained, “We take the robes from every place we stay at.”
“Isn’t that like illegal?” Surely if it wasn’t theft, they’d have to pay for those if the hotel found out they were missing. Wouldn’t they have charged their credit cards?
Sophie shrugged her shoulders. “We’ve never been caught yet.” She looked at the girls and then back to me. “You’re taking yours, too. It’ll be fun, something to remember my bachelorette trip by.”
I held a hand to my chest. “I will not! I’ll happily buy a proper souvenir from the gift shop, but I’m not,” I leaned in and dropped my voice to a whisper, “stealing a robe.” An older woman walked past us clapping her flip flops on the carpet as she pulled out her key card to get in her room. I smiled and then looked back to Sophie and whispered again, “I will not.” In case it wasn’t clear before, of course.
“Come on,” she insisted. Then she wagged her eyebrows. “It could be fun.”
Coco and Daphne let themselves into their room.
“You know what’s fun?” I asked, prepared to answer myself. “Getting caught up on all the work I have to do.” And trying not to remember the last time I was here—with Lance.
I unlocked our door and wheeled my suitcase in, leaving it at the door before she came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders.
“What happened to you not being a party pooper?”
“Party pooper is different from criminal.”
She rolled her eyes now, passing me by. “You won’t be a criminal.” She walked over to the door that connected our rooms and unlocked them. When the doors promptly swung open, she waved at Daphne and Coco who were sprawled out on a bed in their room.
“This is so cool,” Daphne said, rolling around on the bed.
“Having sex on this mattress must be amazing,” Coco commented, patting the plush mattress beneath her.
She should only know how amazing it truly was. Although, I had to give credit to where credit was due and it wasn’t just because of the mattress that the sex I had at this resort was some of the best I’d had in my life. No, a certain muscular and tan employee had something to do with that.
Sophie walked over to the bed and then hopped on it, giggling. Then she lifted her head from the pillow and picked up the chocolate housekeeping left there. “Mmm.” She moaned, opening the chocolate and eating it. “So sweet.”
Coco walked over to our open door and looked around, whistling. “I can get used to these rooms. They’re seriously top-notch.” Then she turned to me and said, “I’m not planning on having sex with anyone, but we’re in Miami, baby, so yeah if a completely handsome stranger makes me drool and wants to pleasure me, I’m not going to say no.”
Danger, danger. Danger ahead, my mind kept repeating, but I kept my mouth shut.
Daphne came in behind Coco and laughed. “This place is so much better than the motel we stayed at our spring break freshman year.”
“Ew,” Sophie squealed, shaking her hands in front of her as she clearly remembered the time and place. “That place was gross.” She gagged before smiling, her eyes growing wide with joy. “We’ve come up in the world, girls!”
I crossed back into our room and decided I had better things to do than sit around and listen to them reminisce about gross times. Or think about the last time I was here, in Lance’s arms. No, no, no! That was over. I wasn’t going to see him again. Didn’t want to. He didn’t work here anymore. Did you hear that universe? I didn’t want to see him and he didn’t work here anymore. Maybe if I said it enough times it’d ring true.
Keeping my hands, and mind, busy, I retrieved and opened my suitcase and took out the packet of drawer lining I brought with me to place under my clothes. “What is that?” Sophie asked, coming up behind me and taking one.
“When your clothes are all neat in the drawers, they’ll look much better on,” I insisted. “You’ll thank me later.” Taking pride in my appearance was big for me, and that meant making sure my clothes didn’t look like they just came out of a suitcase, wrinkles and all.
