Cee Cee was just getting off the elevator in her uniform and her stilettos when we burst through the lobby door, breathless and giggling. Three or four other crew members were in the lobby, settling their room service bills or comparing DVD finds; I expected Josh to drop my hand like a hot potato, but he held tight and tugged me towards the elevator. The bus was idling out front, ready to load up and leave in about ten minutes. I could tell Cee Cee was dying to make a crack, but all she did was roll her eyes and say, “Hurry, you idiots!” as we dashed into the elevator.
It had taken us more than thirty minutes to edge our way back down the mountainside and to the parking lot. By the time we were able to stop kissing each other and rubbing each other’s tummy (“Yours has a sexy little layer
