Probably a staff member.
Steph giggles like we are two teenagers who just got
caught, but she’s proud to be caught, not afraid or regretful.
One brow
curls up a little. “Dinner?”
She still has her hand on my jaw. I’d like to tell her that
I just want to go back up to the room and skip it altogether,
maybe order room service as an afterthought, but her stomach
growls loudly at the suggestion.
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “Was that seriously your
stomach?”
“I’m starved. I was waiting all day for this. Not just the
food. But, you know. All of it.”
“I do know. You knew what you were missing. I would
have been looking forward to it too.”
Her fingertips sweep over my cheek before she drops
her hand and takes mine again. “You’ll come with me again?
Let me treat you?”
“So far, so good, and I haven’t even seen the pool yet.”
I’m not thinking about the pool.
I think Steph knows that I’m not thinking about the
pool. I don’t think she’s thinking about the pool either.
I hope that the restaurant is fast. Sometimes fancy
places are slow. It can take hours to get drinks and food. I hope
that they’re overstaffed and highly efficient. Steph’s hand
squeezes mine as she leads the way. I think she knows exactly
how I feel.
Chapter 20
Stephanie
At dinner, I expounded on my theory about how science can