The knowing smirks from Henry and Lance over breakfast the next morning were more than he could take. April had no idea how they even knew. Perhaps it had something to do with Zander sauntering out of her room in nothing but his boxers. Or the way he had returned to carry her out of the room when she deemed herself too tired to move. Either way, they knew. Could it possibly be Zander’s insistence on spoon feeding her every time he thought he went too long between bites? Perhaps it was a combination of all three, but April was very close to spitting at them to direct their gaze elsewhere. With her yawning every couple of minutes, she completely missed the conversation they were having.
“Two more days in the city, guys,” Lance said suggestively. “Let’s go out with a bang. A binge-drinking b
