Lisa honestly could get used to staying at the Sweet Breeze Resort. Everything from the décor to the people who worked there made her feel comfortable, and she’d been able to ignore her nerves over this first real date with Cal—until now.
Until he’d texted that he was just parking and would be up to the eleventh floor soon. She’d offered to meet him in the lobby, but there wasn’t much of one of those. The third floor then, she’d said.
But he’d refused, saying a gentleman always came to the door to pick up his date.
Lisa stood in front of the mirror in the hotel bathroom, double-checking her earrings, then her lip gloss, then her shoes.
She loved heels, but Cal had seen her with blood dripping from her foot just a couple of days ago. She didn’t need to impress him with her footwear. Nor
