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Harper’s already standing at one of those windows, staring out over the city.

Falcon disappears into the closest bedroom and closes the door.

I only remember I’m still carrying bags when a knock sounds out behind me.

Shayne sweeps them out of my hand in passing. “I’ll put these down. You can bring the food in.”

I turn and do as I’m told, taking a few steps back to the door Shayne just closed moments before.

The guy with the cart gives me a smile as I open the door for him.

“Room service as requested!” he says as he brings it into the room.

The cart is pretty big, and it’s filled with covered plates.

“Thanks,” I tell the guy, slipping him a twenty.

He nods before he leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Thank God it came!” Harper exclaims.

“You didn’t think it would come?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Shayne lifts one of the lids, and the smell of barbequed chicken wings hits my nostrils.

I didn’t think I was hungry, but, clearly, I was wrong.

“Nice,” Shayne says as he puts the lid on the empty bottom shelf of the cart. “No drinks?”

“Uh, oops. Sorry, I didn’t think of that,” Harper murmurs, flashing Shayne a guilty look as he picks up a chicken wing.

Shayne looks around, stepping away from the cart when he locates the minibar.

“Okay, now I know we’re loaded,” I joke as I pick up my first wing.

Harper shoots me a questioning look.

“We’re raiding the minibar in a place this expensive? It’s probably two hundred bucks for a can of soda.”

Harper laughs. “I don’t care where we are, it’s not going to be that much.”

I eat the chicken wing, put the bone down and grab another. “There better be more of these.”

Shayne cracks a can of lemonade as he moves back to the cart.

“Don’t worry, I ordered plenty,” Harper says, taking the lid off another plate.

I can’t help but laugh at the delicately stacked triangles that look like sandwiches made for an old lady’s tea party. I finish my second chicken wing and put the bone down.

“See! This is why you guys should tell me when we’re going to a place this fancy!” Harper points at the disappointing plate.

I pick up a couple of the sandwich quarters and press them together.

“It’s fine,” I reassure him. “We’ll be out for dinner in a few hours anyway.”

Shayne puts his soda down on the lamp table next to one of the couches.

He doubles up a sandwich the same way I just did.