The Return of HoneybearChapter 2
Monday The following evening, she knocked on my hotel door just before 6:00. We had agreed to go to the hotel restaurant for dinner tonight. I opened the door and found her wearing a jacket. She came into my room and asked, “Can I leave this here?” She turned away and shucked off the jacket, laying it on the bed. I involuntarily sucked in my breath when she turned back around. She was wearing a frilly, emerald-green blouse tonight, with a black skirt. “Wow,” I breathed. Then I looked down...