Chapter 11
Savannah, GA
Saturday
THEY’D ARRIVED IN Savannah late Friday afternoon and checked in at the DeSoto Hilton, which was conveniently located in the historic district. Chris had gotten a reservation for them at The Pirates’ House restaurant, and they’d had an early dinner at the popular eatery.
Chris awoke first as usual and, as usual, proceeded to wake Mickey up in the most pleasant way possible. Later, they showered together and were standing in front of the vanity mirror, toweling themselves dry.
“We’re still keeping ourselves fit, aren’t we?” Chris said, as he used his thumb and first finger to measure the flesh around first his waist, then Mickey’s.
“No argument there. Regular workouts and a ton of bicycle riding have done their job. What’s on our agenda this morning?”
