Chapter Sixteen
Housekeeping
Rosalie slid
into the lobby, hoping Shelley wouldn’t look up from where she was perched
proudly behind the desk. But of course, Shelley was an excellent desk clerk,
and her head snapped up as soon as the door opened. She gave Rosalie a strange
look. Rosalie was wearing nothing more than a bathrobe, her hair piled on top
of her head until she could comb the s*x knots out of it.
“Morning,”
Rosalie said, as though nothing were unusual.
“Morning,”
Shelley responded, tracking Rosalie as she walked around the counter and opened
a file cabinet.
“Just
getting some files,” Rosalie said cheerily. Her voice was forced and dared
Shelley to ask questions.
Shelley
responded with an uncertain smile. As Rosalie walked out, she said, “Let me
know if you need a
